Chasidut do Wyjścia 6:9

After the conclusion of Shabbos, in the wee hours of the morning, when the crazed shouts of the taskmaster terrorized them with threats of beatings if they didn’t appear immediately back at work, their nobility melted away and their holy spirits dissipated into thin air. Again, they were broken slaves. Truly they believed that God would redeem them, but one look at the bitter desperateness of their situation managed to banish any pride of past glory or glimmer of future hope far away to a remote world. Yes, they would think to themselves, they were pure, holy noblemen, , but this was in the past, like the good their souls enjoyed in heaven before they were yet born, when the candle cast a halo over their heads. Their hopes of redemption even faded further and further away, as if to a different world, while they were captive in this world, a world where Pharaoh was the mighty king, his men their powerful taskmasters, and they where the scorned children of Israel, their spirits crushed and their bodies broken. Who among them would endure the suffering and live to see their salvation? They had faith, and they were despondent, but their despondency and utter loss of hope did not result from a lack of faith. It came from the degree to which their spirits were crushed, for to believe a man need a strong sense of his self, and a soul with which to believe. But their sense of self was trampled and their souls melted. The essential ingredient that faith required was lost, and the man who could otherwise have hoped was dashed. At the times when they read their scrolls which promised redemption the spirit of Israel would well up within them and their faith was renewed, but when the oppression intensified they fell and their newly renewed faith was shattered. “They did not heed Moshe from the anguish of their spirit and cruel bondage.” (Shemos, 6:9)