My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
When I remember, I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.
When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.