| And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace:
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| | And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
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| | remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
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| My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
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| | This I recall to my mind,
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| It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed,
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| because his compassions fail not. |
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| They are new every morning:
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| great is thy faithfulness. |
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| The LORD is my portion, saith my soul;
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| therefore will I hope in him. |
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| The LORD is good unto them that wait for him,
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| to the soul that seeketh him. |
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| | It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
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| It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.
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| | He sitteth alone and keepeth silence,
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| because he hath borne it upon him. |
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| He putteth his mouth in the dust;
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| if so be there may be hope. |
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| He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him:
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| he is filled full with reproach. |
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| | For the Lord will not cast off for ever:
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| | but though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion
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| according to the multitude of his mercies. |
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