I Will Survive

Lamentations 3:14-24 (NRSV)

I have become the laughingstock of all my people, the object of their taunt-songs all day long.

He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated (filled with excess) me with wormwood.

He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower with ashes;

My soul is bereft (deprived) of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is;

so I say, “Gone is my glory, and all that I had hoped for from the Lord.”

The thought of my affliction and my homelessness is wormwood and gall!

My soul continually thinks of it and is bowed down within me.

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

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end;

They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”