He who has no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down and without walls.
We have thought of Your steadfast love, O God, in the midst of Your temple.
A Scripture for depression.
¨Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed and faints within me [wrapped in gloom]; my heart within my bosom grows numb. I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I ponder the work of Your hands.¨