2 I in my trouble sought the Lord,my sore by night did run,And ceased not; my grieved souldid consolation shun.
3 I to remembrance God did call,yet trouble did remain;And overwhelm'd my spirit was,whilst I did sore complain.
4 Mine eyes, debarr'd from rest and sleep,thou makest still to wake;My trouble is so great that Iunable am to speak.
5 The days of old to mind I call'd,and oft did think uponThe times and ages that are pastfull many years agone.
6 By night my song I call to mind,and commune with my heart;My sp'rit did carefully enquirehow I might ease my smart.
7 For ever will the Lord cast off,and gracious be no more?
8 For ever is his mercy gone?fails his word evermore?