Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God.
Instead of food, I have ashes to eat and tears to drink,
Why should the nations ask, “Where is your God?”
Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me,
Why should nations ask us, “Where is your God?” Let us and the other nations see you take revenge for your servants who died a violent death.
No one wants you as a friend or cares what happens to you. But I will heal your injuries, and you will get well.
Then some day, I will heal this place and my people as well, and let them enjoy unending peace.
Tell my servants, the priests, to cry inside the temple and to offer this prayer near the altar: “Save your people, LORD God! Don't let foreign nations make jokes about us. Don't let them laugh and ask, ‘Where is your God?’ ”
Jesus heard them and answered, “Healthy people don't need a doctor, but sick people do.