My soul continually thinks of it and is bowed down within me.
When I think of it I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous.
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 and my God.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body cleaves to the ground.
When the cares of my heart are many, thy consolations cheer my soul.