⁸ By day the Lord commands his faithful love;
    by night his song is with me—
    a prayer to the God of my life.

⁹ I will say to God, my solid rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
        Why do I have to walk around,
        sad, oppressed by enemies?”
¹⁰ With my bones crushed, my foes make fun of me,
    constantly questioning me: “Where’s your God now?”