I continually think about this, and I am depressed.
For, when I think about this, I am terrified and my body feels a shudder.
The Lord gives sight to the blind. The Lord lifts up all who are bent over. The Lord loves the godly.
Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.
For we lie in the dirt, with our bellies pressed to the ground.
When worries threaten to overwhelm me, your soothing touch makes me happy.