“I say to God.
‘You are my rock.
Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk around mournfully?
Why does the enemy oppress me?’
With a deadly wound in my body,
My adversaries taunt me.
They say to me continually.
‘Where is your God?’”
The psalmist said to God that he was his rock. Yet at the same time, he wanted to know why he was forgotten. Why was he in mourning? Why did his enemy oppress him? Why did he have a deadly wound? Why were his adversaries continually taunting him, asking him where his God was? This does not sound like a happy man, but someone upset at his rock that was not doing more for him.