2 During the day when I’m in trouble I look for my Lord.At night my hands are still outstretched and don’t grow numb;my whole being refuses to be comforted.
3 I remember God and I moan.I complain, and my spirit grows tired. Selah
4 You’ve kept my eyelids from closing.I’m so upset I can’t even speak.
5 I think about days long past;I remember years that seem an eternity in the past.
6 I meditate with my heart at night;I complain, and my spirit keeps searching:
7 "Will my Lord reject me forever?Will he never be pleased again?
8 Has his faithful love come to a complete end?Is his promise over for future generations?