שׁוּבִ֣י נַ֭פְשִׁי לִמְנוּחָ֑יְכִי כִּֽי־יְ֝הוָ֗ה גָּמַ֥ל עָלָֽיְכִי׃
Wróć duszo moja do spokoju swojego, albowiem Bóg ulitował się nad tobą.
Orot HaTeshuvah
(3) Oy! How weighed down was the soul while still carrying the burden of sin, its gloom, gluttony, and the awful burden upon her. How the soul was held down and despised? Even with external wealth and honor, the soul was on the ropes. What good is all the property if the internal experience, the interiority of life, is saggy and dry? How happy is the soul in the moment of feeling within that she is desired, that the closeness of the Living God shines within her, that her inner burden has been made light; that she is whole and no longer oppressed with internal exploitation and insanity, but rather filled with kosher ease and tranquility: Be at rest, once again, O my soul, for GOD has been good to you. (Psalms 116:7)