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.