17 My soul is bereft of peace;I have forgotten prosperity.
18 So I say, “My strength and my hopefrom the Lord have perished.”
19 Remember my affliction and my misery,the wormwood and the gall.
20 Surely my soul remembersand is humbled within me.
21 But this I call to mind,and therefore I have hope:
22 It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed;His compassions do not fail.
23 They are new every morning;great is Your faithfulness.