5. What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance--My God!
6. In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7. Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
8. By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
9. I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?