Psalm 42:9

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from the LORD, and my judgment is passed over from my God?

He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.

Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

And they remembered that God was their rock, and the high God their redeemer.

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.