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 is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
Every one of them is gone back: they are altogether become filthy; there is none that doeth good, no, not one.
O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory.
For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the LORD; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.