'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro'? For th' enemy's oppression why do I mourning go?
Sore pain'd within me is my heart: death's terrors on me fall.