⁸ During the day the Lord sends his love to me.
    During the night I sing about him.
    I say a prayer to the God who gives me life.

⁹ I say to God my Rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go around in sorrow?
    Why am I treated so badly by my enemies?”
¹⁰ My body suffers deadly pain
    as my enemies make fun of me.
All day long they say to me,
    “Where is your God?”