I will say unto God my rock,
Why hast thou forgotten me?
why go I mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones,
mine enemies reproach me;
while they say daily unto me,
Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast down,
O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.