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.

The word of the Lord.

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