Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? *Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow,

Which was brought upon me, *inflicted by God’s fierce anger.

For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears, *for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my courage.

Remember my affliction and my bitterness, *wormwood and gall!

The steadfast love of God never ceases, *God’s mercies never end.

They are new every morning; *great is your faithfulness.

“God is my portion,” says my soul, *“therefore will I hope in God.”

It is good that we should wait quietly *for the coming of God’s salvation.