Yes, you are a God who keeps hidden, O God of Israel, deliverer!

The grass dries up, the flowers wither, when the wind sent by the Lord blows on them. Surely humanity is like grass.

But he lifted up our illnesses, he carried our pain; even though we thought he was being punished, attacked by God, and afflicted for something he had done.

But I thought, “I have worked in vain; I have expended my energy for absolutely nothing.” But the Lord will vindicate me; my God will reward me.