Lamentations 3:19-33

19(Z) Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
(AA) the wormwood and(AB) the gall!
20My soul continually remembers it
(AC) and is bowed down within me.
21But this I call to mind,
and(AD) therefore I have hope:

22(AE) The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;[b]
his mercies never come to an end;
23they are new(AF) every morning;
(AG) great is your faithfulness.
24(AH) "The LORD is my portion," says my soul,
(AI) "therefore I will hope in him."

25The LORD is good to those who(AJ) wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
26(AK) It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.
27(AL) It is good for a man that he bear
the yoke(AM) in his youth.

28Let him(AN) sit alone in silence
when it is laid on him;
29(AO) let him put his mouth in the dust—
there may yet be hope;
30(AP) let him give his cheek to the one who strikes,
and let him be filled with insults.

31(AQ) For the Lord will not
cast off forever,
32but, though he(AR) cause grief,(AS) he will have compassion
(AT) according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
33(AU) for he does not willingly afflict
or(AV) grieve the children of men.

Humiliation

Old poem of mine from 2005. I found it while looking for something else, and figured I'd share.

Humiliation

Tell me, my ruined pride,
Where hast thou taken me?
I was lofty, my crown worn high—
Then thou cam’st and vanquished me.

You stole my joy;
You my soul wrenched
To be a slave to thee.
You set me in the high place for the pleasure of my fall—
Oh how you mocked my shame!

And when for help I cried out
You beat across my mouth—
I begged for mercy, none did come—
Dost thou kick a dog who begs?

Thou scorned mine anxiety,
Robbed my honor,
And stole my glory by—
I was a king, O pride,
And thou didst ruin me—
Thou hast sold me as a slave.