9Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
“Why did you let me down?
Why am I walking around in tears,
harassed by enemies?”

10They’re out for the kill, these
tormentors with their obscenities,
Taunting day after day,
“Where is this God of yours?”

11Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God–
soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.

He’s my God.

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