I am numb and utterly crushed; I wail with anguish of heart.
You listen, Lord, to the needs of the poor; you strengthen their heart and incline your ear.
For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?
For in this tent we groan, longing to be further clothed with our heavenly habitation
Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered and said to him, “Before Philip called you, I saw you under the fig tree.”
My heart is withered, dried up like grass, too wasted to eat my food.
“The Lord looked down from the holy heights, viewed the earth from heaven,