15 Bitter suffering is all he has given me for food and drink.
16 He rubbed my face in the ground and broke my teeth on the gravel.
17 I have forgotten what health and peace and happiness are.
18 I have not much longer to live; my hope in the Lord is gone.
19 The thought of my pain, my homelessness, is bitter poison;
20 I think of it constantly and my spirit is depressed.
21 Yet hope returns when I remember this one thing: