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 favorable no more?
8 Is his mercy clean gone for ever?Doth his promise fail for evermore?