For the director of music. A maskil of the sons of Korah.
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
I love the Psalms 