American Standard Version
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning [a]because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with [b]a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me,
While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him,
Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.