He is thy praise, and he is thy God, that hath done for thee these great and terrible things, which thine eyes have seen.
My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
Every one of them is gone back; They are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.
My heart is fixed, O God; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises, even with my glory.
For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith Jehovah; because they have called thee an outcast, (saying), It is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.