Reviling and Reproaching: Saints: Sometimes Depressed By

Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.

…at the voice of the scorner and reviler, because of the enemy, bent on revenge.

Insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found no one.