2
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
3
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
4
Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5
I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
6
I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
7
Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?
8
Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?
9
Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.
