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16 He has made my teeth grind on gravel;
    he has made me cower in ashes;
17 my soul is bereft of peace;
    I have forgotten what happiness is;
18 so I say, “Gone is my glory
    and all that I had hoped for from the Lord.”

19 The thought of my affliction and my homelessness
    is wormwood and gall!(A)
20 My soul continually thinks of it
    and is bowed down within me.(B)
21 But this I call to mind,
    and therefore I have hope:

22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,[a]
    his mercies never come to an end;(C)
23 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.(D)

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Footnotes

  1. 3.22 Syr Tg: Heb Lord, we are not cut off