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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)
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
    “therefore I will hope in him.”(E)

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