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17 My life is deprived of peace, I have forgotten what happiness is; 18 My enduring hope, I said, has perished before the LORD. 19 The thought of my wretched homelessness is wormwood and poison; 20 Remembering it over and over, my soul is downcast. Lamentations 3:17-20, New American Bible Revised. Copyright © 2010 USCCB.
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