מַה־תִּשְׁתּ֬וֹחֲחִ֨י ׀ נַפְשִׁי֮ וּֽמַה־תֶּהֱמִ֪י עָ֫לָ֥י הוֹחִ֣ילִי לֵֽ֭אלֹהִים כִּי־ע֣וֹד אוֹדֶ֑נּוּ יְשׁוּעֹ֥ת פָּ֝נַ֗י וֵֽאלֹהָֽי׃
Mientras se están quebrantando mis huesos, mis enemigos me afrentan, Diciéndome cada día: ¿Dónde está tu Dios?
Siddur Sefard
Feel not ashamed or humiliated why are you bowed down, why do you moan? In you will take refuge the poor of my people;48 Others translate “The afflicted of my people will take refuge in you.” and the city will be rebuilt on its ancient site.