8Yet the Lord will command his louing kindnes in the day time, and in the night his song shalbe with me, and my prayer vnto the God of my life. 9I will say vnto God, My rocke, why hast thou forgotten me? why goe I mourning, because of the oppression of the enemy? 10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproch mee: while they say dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?11Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? 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.