18 My enduring hope, I said,has perished before the Lord.
19 The thought of my wretched homelessnessis wormwood and poison;
20 Remembering it over and over,my soul is downcast.
21 But this I will call to mind;therefore I will hope:
22 The Lord’s acts of mercy are not exhausted,his compassion is not spent;
23 They are renewed each morning—great is your faithfulness!
24 The Lord is my portion, I tell myself,therefore I will hope in him.