In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out without weariness; My soul refused to be comforted.
[When] I remember God, then I am disturbed; [When] I sigh, then my spirit grows faint. Selah.
You have held my eyelids [open]; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old, The years of long ago.
I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders:
Will the Lord reject forever? And will He never be favorable again?
Has His lovingkindness ceased forever? Has [His] promise come to an end forever?
Has God forgotten to be gracious, Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion? Selah.