Webster(i)
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope hath perished from the LORD:
19 Remembering my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.