Again, this verse shows how hard it is for the poet. From outside, he experiences the mockery of the enemy. And from inside, there is the agonizing question: God, where are you? Why are you so far away? Why does everything point to you forgetting me? Why am I always in mourning for a reason? Why is it always dark before my eyes? The poet boldly utters these why-questions. Apparently, a child of God may do that. We do not have to hide our why-questions from God.
Yet there is a limit. This poet knows that too. He begins the why-question by addressing God as my rock
(see Psalm 18:2, Psalm 18:46; Isaiah 30:29). He thus continues to confess that God is mighty—yes, almighty. Nothing can overthrow God. No evil power and no unruly man. That is what we rely on, when everything around us and within us wavers.
9 I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”