this i call to mind

lamentations 3.19-25

the thought of my affliction and my homelessness
   is wormwood and gall!
my soul continually thinks of it
   and is bowed down within me.
but this i call to mind,
   and therefore i have hope:

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.

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