⁴ He wore out my flesh and my skin; he broke my bones.
⁵ He besieged me, surrounding me with bitterness and weariness.
⁶ He made me live in dark places like those who’ve been dead a long time.

⁷ He walled me in so I couldn’t escape; he made my chains heavy.
⁸ Even though I call out and cry for help, he silences my prayer.
⁹ He walled in my paths with stonework; he made my routes crooked.

¹⁹ The memory of my suffering and homelessness is bitterness and poison.
²⁰ I^[a] can’t help but remember and am depressed.
²¹ I call all this to mind—therefore, I will wait.

²² Certainly the faithful love of the Lord hasn’t ended;^[b] certainly God’s compassion isn’t through!
²³ They are renewed every morning. Great is your faithfulness.
²⁴ I think:^[c] The Lord is my portion! Therefore, I’ll wait for him.