17. My life is deprived of peace,I have forgotten what happiness is;
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.