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?
10. 'Tis as a sword within my bones,when my foes me upbraid;Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God?'tis daily to me said.
11. O why art thou cast down, my soul?why, thus with grief opprest,Art thou disquieted in me?in God still hope and rest:For yet I know I shall him praise,who graciously to meThe health is of my countenance,yea, mine own God is he.