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He has bent His bow And set me up as a target for the arrow.
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He has caused the arrows of His quiver To pierce my loins.
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I have become the ridicule of all my people-- Their taunting song all the day.
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He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drink wormwood.
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He has also broken my teeth with gravel, And covered me with ashes.
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You have moved my soul far from peace; I have forgotten prosperity.
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And I said, "My strength and my hope Have perished from the Lord."
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Remember my affliction and roaming, The wormwood and the gall.
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My soul still remembers And sinks within me.
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This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope.
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Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not.
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They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.
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"The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I hope in Him!"
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The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, To the soul who seeks Him.
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It is good that one should hope and wait quietly For the salvation of the Lord.
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It is good for a man to bear The yoke in his youth.
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Let him sit alone and keep silent, Because God has laid it on him;
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Let him put his mouth in the dust-- There may yet be hope.
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Let him give his cheek to the one who strikes him, And be full of reproach.
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For the Lord will not cast off forever.
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Though He causes grief, Yet He will show compassion According to the multitude of His mercies.