Remember my affliction and roaming,The wormwood and the gall. My soul still remembersAnd sinks within me. This I recall to my mind,Therefore I have hope. Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning;Great is Your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,“Therefore I hope in Him!” The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,To the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should hope and wait…