The LORD is good unto them that wait for him,
To the soul that seeketh him.
It is good that a man should both hope and quietly
Wait for the salvation of the LORD.
It is good for a man that he bear
The yoke in his youth.
He sitteth alone and keepeth silence,
Because he hath borne it upon him.
He putteth his mouth in the dust;
If so be there may be hope.
He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him:
He is filled full with reproach.
For the Lord will not
Cast off for ever:
But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion
According to the multitude of his mercies.
For he doth not afflict willingly
Nor grieve the children of men.
To crush under his feet
All the prisoners of the earth,
To turn aside the right of a man
Before the face of the Most High,
To subvert a man in his cause,
The Lord approveth not.
Who is he that saith, and it cometh to pass,
When the Lord commandeth it not?
Out of the mouth of the Most High
Proceedeth not evil and good?
Wherefore doth a living man complain,
A man for the punishment of his sins?
Let us search and try our ways,
And turn again to the LORD.
Let us lift up our heart with our hands
Unto God in the heavens.
We have transgressed and have rebelled:
Thou hast not pardoned.
Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us:
Thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied.
Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayer should not pass through.
Thou hast made us as the offscouring and refuse
In the midst of the people.
All our enemies
Have opened their mouths against us.
Fear and a snare is come upon us,
Desolation and destruction.
Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water
For the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not,
Without any intermission,
Till the LORD look down,
And behold from heaven.
Mine eye affecteth mine heart
Because of all the daughters of my city.
Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird,
Without cause.
They have cut off my life in the dungeon,
And cast a stone upon me.
Waters flowed over mine head;
Then I said, I am cut off.
I called upon thy name, O LORD,
Out of the low dungeon.
Thou hast heard my voice:
Hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee:
Thou saidst, Fear not.
O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul;
Thou hast redeemed my life.
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