This [is] my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me.
Ver. 50. This is my comfort] The promises yield strong consolation. Philosophical comforts are of little force, as Plato acknowledgeth, and Cicero bewaileth in his Epistle to Octavius
For thy word hath quickened me] When I was at last cast, and drawing my last breath, as it were.