He bent His bow and set me as the target for His arrow.

He pierced my kidneys with His arrows.

I am a laughingstock to all my people; they mock me in song all day long.

He has filled me with bitterness; He has intoxicated me with wormwood.

He has ground my teeth with gravel and trampled me in the dust.

My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.

So I say, “My strength has perished, along with my hope from the LORD.”

Surely my soul remembers and is humbled within me.

Yet I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope:

Because of the loving devotion of the LORD we are not consumed, for His mercies never fail.

They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness!

“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in Him.”

The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.

It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.

It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is still young.

Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it upon him.

Let him bury his face in the dust—perhaps there is still hope.

Let him offer his cheek to the one who would strike him; let him be filled with reproach.

For the Lord will not cast us off forever.

Even if He causes grief, He will show compassion according to His abundant loving devotion.

To crush underfoot all the prisoners of the land,

to deny a man justice before the Most High,

to subvert a man in his lawsuit—of these the Lord does not approve.

Why should any mortal man complain, in view of his sins?

You drew near when I called on You; You said, “Do not be afraid.”