Whenever I remember, my soul is downcast within me.
As with a crushing in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, by saying to me all day, “Where is your God?”
Why are You downcast, O my soul? Why are you murmuring within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance.
When I think of it, I am terrified and my flesh shudders.
Adonai opens the eyes of the blind. Adonai raises up those who are bowed down. Adonai loves the righteous.
Why do You hide Your face and forget our misery and oppression?
When my troubling thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations comfort my soul.
