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:
22. The Lord's unfailing love and mercy still continue,
23. Fresh as the morning, as sure as the sunrise.