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:
22 The Lord's unfailing love and mercy still continue,
23 Fresh as the morning, as sure as the sunrise.
24 The Lord is all I have, and so I put my hope in him.