6 Within me is my soul bowed down; Therefore let me remember Thee from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar. 7 Flood calls to flood at the voice of Thy cataracts; All Thy breakers and rollers are gone over me. 8 [Yet] by day will Jehovah command His loving-kindness, And in the night shall a song to Him be with me, [Even] a prayer to the God of my life. 9 Let me say to God my Rock, Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why must I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As if they crushed my bones, my adversaries reproach me, Whilst all the day they say to me, Where is thy God? 11 Why art thou bowed down, my soul, and why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet give Him thanks [As] the help of my countenance and my God. PSALM XLIII. 1 Do me right, O God, and plead my plea against a loveless nation; From the man of fraud and mischief rescue me. 2 For Thou art God my stronghold; why hast Thou cast me off? Why must I wearily go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 3 Send out Thy light and Thy troth; let them lead me; Let them bring me to Thy holy hill and to Thy tabernacles, 4 That I may come in to the altar of God, To God, the gladness of my joy, And give Thee thanks with the harp, O God, my God. 5 Why art thou bowed down, my soul, and why moanest thou within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet give Him thanks, [As] the help of my countenance and my God.