My soul has been deprived of peace;
I have forgotten what prosperity is.
So I say, “My strength has perished,
along with my hope from the LORD.”
Remember my affliction and wandering,
the wormwood and the gall.
Surely my soul remembers
and is humbled within me.
Yet I call this to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the loving devotion of the LORD we are not consumed,
for His mercies never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness!
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”
The LORD is good to those who wait for Him,
to the soul who seeks Him.
It is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke
while he is still young.
Let him sit alone in silence,
for God has disciplined him.
Let him bury his face in the dust—
perhaps there is still hope.
Let him offer his cheek to the one who would strike him;
let him be filled with reproach.
For the Lord will not
cast us off forever.
Even if He causes grief, He will show compassion
according to His abundant loving devotion.
For He does not willingly afflict
or grieve the sons of men.
To crush underfoot
all the prisoners of the land,
to deny a man justice
before the Most High,
to subvert a man in his lawsuit—
of these the Lord does not approve.
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