Psalms 44:24,25

Wherefore hidest thou thy face? Dost not regard our miseries, nor afford us any pity or help? and forgettest our affliction Actest as if thou didst forget, or overlook it, when we have not forgotten thee? Does this become thy faithfulness and goodness? For our soul is bowed down to the dust Under prevailing grief and fear. We lie prostrate at our enemies' feet. Our belly cleaveth unto the earth We are not only thrown down to the earth, but we lie there. We cannot lift up ourselves, neither revive our own drooping spirits, nor recover ourselves out of our low and sad condition. And we lie exposed to be trodden on by every insulting foe.