My soul vividly remembers and bows down on me.
And if I remember, I am afraid, and trembling takes hold on my flesh.
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind; Jehovah raises those who are bowed down; Jehovah loves the righteous;
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God; for I still praise Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly holds fast to the earth.
In the multitude of my thoughts within me Your comforts delight my soul.
