14. People laugh at me all day long; I am a joke to them all.
15. Bitter suffering is all he has given me for food and drink.
16. He rubbed my face in the ground and broke my teeth on the gravel.
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,