The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous.
though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the Lord holds us by the hand.
When I thought, “My foot is slipping,” your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
Hold me up, that I may be safe and have regard for your statutes continually.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise him, my help
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning.