1 I cry out with my voice to God; with my voice to God, that he may hear me.
2 In the day I have trouble, I seek the Lord. At night my hand stretches out continually; my soul refuses to be comforted.
3 I remember God and I groan loudly; I meditate and my spirit grows faint.
4 You hold open my eyelids. I am troubled and cannot speak.
5 I think about the days from long ago, the years of ancient times.
6 I remember my song in the night. With my heart I meditate, and my spirit searches to understand.
7 Will the Lord reject us forever, and will he never be pleased with us again?