Bishops(i)
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me
21 Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne
22 [namely] it is of the Lordes mercies that we are not vtterly consumed, for truely his pitifull compassion hath not ceassed
23 Newe mercyes shall the Lord shewe vpon thee early in the day springing, (O Lorde) great is thy faythfulnesse