19 Remember my affliction and roaming,The wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul still remembersAnd sinks within me.
21 This I recall to my mind,Therefore I have hope.
22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,Because His compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning;Great is Your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,“Therefore I hope in Him!”
25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,To the soul who seeks Him.