Matthew(i)
18 I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
19 Zain. O remembre yet my mysery & 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 hert, I get a hope agayne.
22 Heth. Namely, that the mercyes of the Lord are not cleane gone, and that hys louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.
23 His faythfulnes is greate, and renueth it selfe as the mournynge.