Remembering it over and over, my soul is downcast.
When I think of it, I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.
the Lord gives sight to the blind. The Lord raises up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous.
It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me, when they say to me every day: “Where is your God?”
Why are you downcast, my soul? Why do you groan within me? Wait for God, for I shall again praise him, my savior and my God.
Why do you hide your face; why forget our pain and misery?
When cares increase within me, your comfort gives me joy.