4. My soul is poured out in me,when this I think upon;Because that with the multitudeI heretofore had gone:With them into God's house I went,with voice of joy and praise;Yea, with the multitude that keptthe solemn holy days.
5. O why art thou cast down, my soul?why in me so dismay'd?Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,his count'nance is mine aid.
6. My God, my soul's cast down in me;thee therefore mind I willFrom Jordan's land, the Hermonites,and ev'n from Mizar hill.
7. At the noise of thy water-spoutsdeep unto deep doth call;Thy breaking waves pass over me,yea, and thy billows all.
8. His loving-kindness yet the Lordcommand will in the day,His song's with me by night; to God,by whom I live, I'll pray:
9. And I will say to God my rock,Why me forgett'st thou so?Why, for my foes' oppression,thus mourning do I go?