Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope
thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.
My soul cleaves unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.
This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me.
I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him
that is near, saith the Lord; and I will heal him.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world gives, give I
unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he
that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his
Spirit that dwelleth in you.