"My soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is;
so I say, 'My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord.'
Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.
"But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
"But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'therefore I will hope in him.'"-Lamentations 3
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