⁴ But I remember these things as I bare my soul:
    how I made my way to the mighty one’s abode,^[e]
    to God’s own house,
        with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs—
        a huge crowd celebrating the festival!
⁵ Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed?
    Why are you so upset inside?
Hope in God!
    Because I will again give him thanks,
        my saving presence and my God.

⁶ My whole being is depressed.
    That’s why I remember you
    from the land of Jordan and Hermon,
        from Mount Mizar.
⁷ Deep called to deep at the noise of your waterfalls;
    all your massive waves surged over me.
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?”

¹¹ Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed?
    Why are you so upset inside?
        Hope in God!
        Because I will again give him thanks,
        my saving presence and my God.