Lamentations 3:17-26


A Reading from the Book of Lamentations


 My soul is deprived of peace,

      I have forgotten what happiness is;

I tell myself my future is lost,

      all that I hoped for from the Lord.

The thought of my homeless poverty

      is wormwood and gall;

Remembering it over and over

      leaves my soul downcast within me.

But I will call this to mind,

      as my reason to have hope:

The favors of the Lord are not exhausted,

      his mercies  are not spent;

They are renewed each morning,

      so great is his faithfulness.

My portion is the Lord, says my soul;

      therefore will I hope in him.


Good is the Lord to one who waits for him,

      to the soul that seeks him;

It is good to hope in silence

      for the saving help of the Lord.


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