God

Their heart cried unto the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night; Give thyself no respite; let not the apple of thine eye cease.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches; Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.

See, O Jehovah, and behold to whom thou hast done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the children that are dandled in the hands? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?

The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets; My virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword: Thou hast slain them in the day of thine anger; thou hast slaughtered, and not pitied.

Thou hast called, as in the day of a solemn assembly, my terrors on every side; And there was none that escaped or remained in the day of Jehovah’s anger: Those that I have dandled and brought up hath mine enemy consumed.

I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.

My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.

Yea, when I cry, and call for help, he shutteth out my prayer.

He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.

He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.

He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.

He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.

He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.

And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.

It is of Jehovah’s lovingkindnesses that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.

Jehovah is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

Jehovah is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.

It is good that a man should hope and quietly wait for the salvation of Jehovah.

Let him give his cheek to him that smiteth him; let him be filled full with reproach.

For the Lord will not cast off for ever.

For though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.