Roaring deep calls to roaring deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me.
Yet my Master will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the Mighty One of my life.
I will say to my Master—my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword crushing in my bones, my enemies taunt and reproach me, while they say continually to me, Where is your Mighty One?