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18 I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
19 O remembre yet my misery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
20 Yee, thou shalt remembre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I consydre these thynges in my herte, I get a hope agayne.
22 Namely, it is of the Lordes mercyes that we are not, vtterly consumed. For trulye hys pytefull compassion hath not ceassed.
23 Newe mercyes shall the Lorde shewe vpon the, erly, yee in the daye sprynge, (O Lorde) greate is thy faythfulnesse.