Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers and is bowed down within me.
This I recall to my mind; therefore I have hope:
The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul. “Therefore I have hope in Him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him.