O vos omnes

1 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?*
Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow;
2 Which was brought upon me,*
which the Lord inflicted
   on the day of his fierce anger.
3 For these things I weep;
   my eyes flow with tears;*
for a comforter is far from me,
   one to revive my courage;
4 Remember my affliction and my bitterness,*
the wormwood and the gall!
5 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,*
his mercies never come to an end;
6 They are new every morning;*
great is your faithfulness.
7 ‘The Lord is my portion’, says my soul,*
‘therefore I will hope in him.’
8 The Lord is good to those who wait for him,*
to the soul that seeks him.
9 It is good that we should wait quietly*
for the salvation of the Lord.
10 It is good to bear the yoke in our youth;*
to sit alone in silence when it is laid upon us.
11 For the Lord will not reject for ever,*
though he causes grief, he will have compassion,
12 According to the abundance of his steadfast love;*
for he does not willingly afflict or grieve anyone.
Glory . . . Lamentations 1. 12, 16; 3. 19, 22-28, 31-33