I am numb and utterly crushed. I groan because of anguish in my heart.
You hear, Adonai, the desire of the meek. You encourage them and incline Your ear.
For He looks down from His holy height, from heaven Adonai gazes on the earth,
My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
Nathanael said to Him, “How do you know me?” Yeshua answered, “Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”
For in this we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling—