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Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but Yahweh delivers him out of them all.

I sought Yahweh, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears.

They looked to him, and were radiant. Their faces shall never be covered with shame.

Oh taste and see that Yahweh is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.

You have put gladness in my heart, more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.

In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you alone, Yahweh, make me live in safety.

My soul, wait in silence for God alone, for my expectation is from him.

He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress. I will not be shaken.

Trust in him at all times, you people. Pour out your heart before him. God is a refuge for us. Selah.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

There is one who speaks rashly like the piercing of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.

Sara hugged her close and tried to laugh. There was a sort of comfort in the warmth of the plump, childish body.

Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.

I remember an hour when I was discouraged and ready to falter. For days I had been pegging away at a task which refused to get itself accomplished.

There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.

What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!

I’ve been trying to cure it for forty years, and have only succeeded in controlling it. I am angry nearly every day of my life, Jo, but I have learned not to show it, and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.

She felt comforted at once by the sympathy and confidence given her.

It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?