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