Psalms 42:5-10

⁵My soul, why art thou sorry; and why troublest thou me? Hope thou in God, for yet I shall acknowledge to him; he is the health of my cheer, and my God.

⁶My soul is troubled within myself; therefore, God, I shall be mindful of thee from the land of Jordan, and from the little hill of Hermonites.

⁷Depth calleth depth; in the voice of thy windows. All thine high things, and thy waves; passed over me.

⁸The Lord sent his mercy in the day; and his song in the night. With me is the prayer to God of my life;

⁹I shall say to God, Thou art mine up-taker. Why forgettest thou me; and why go I sorrowful, while the enemy tormenteth me?

¹⁰While my bones be broken altogether; mine enemies, that trouble me, despised me. While they say to me, by all days; Where is thy God?