⁷ One deep sea calls to another at the roar of your waterspouts.
All the whitecaps on your waves have swept over me.
⁸ The Lord commands his mercy during the day,
and at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
⁹ I will ask God, my rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk around in mourning
while the enemy oppresses me?”