19 A SONG OF LAMENTATION
Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?*|
Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow;
Which was brought upon me,*|
which the Lord inflicted
on the day of his fierce anger.
For these things I weep;|
my eyes flow with tears;*
for a comforter is far from me,
one to revive my courage;
Remember my affliction and my bitterness,*|
the wormwood and the gall!
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.
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,*|
to the soul that seeks him.
It is good that we should wait quietly*|
for the salvation of the Lord.
It is good to bear the yoke in our youth;*|
to sit alone in silence when it is laid upon us.
For the Lord will not reject for ever,*|
though he causes grief, he will have compassion,
According to the abundance of his steadfast love;*|
for he does not willingly afflict or grieve anyone.