My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
At the very thought of it my flesh is shaking with fear.
The Lord makes open the eyes of the blind; the Lord is the lifter up of those who are bent down; the Lord is a lover of the upright;
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God, for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
For our souls are crushed down to the dust: our bodies are stretched out on the earth.
Among all my troubled thoughts, your comforts are the delight of my soul.