A reading from the book of Lamentation
My soul is deprived of Peace,
I have forgotten what happiness is;
I tell myself my future is not lost
All that I hoped for from the Lord.
The thought of my homeless poverty
Is wormwood and gall;
Remembering it over and over
Leaves my soul downcast within me.
But I will call this to mind,
As my reason to have hope:
The favors of the Lord are not exhausted,
His mercies are not spent:
They are renewed each morning,
So great is his faithfulness.
My portion is the Lord, says my soul;
Therefore will I hope in him.
Good is the Lord to one who waits for him,
To the soul that seeks him;
It is good to hope in silence
For saving the help of the Lord.
This is the Word of the Lord.