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?
9 Is't true that to be graciousthe Lord forgotten hath?And that his tender mercies hehath shut up in his wrath?
10 Then did I say, That surely thisis mine infirmity:I'll mind the years of the right handof him that is most High.
11 Yea, I remember will the worksperformed by the Lord:The wonders done of old by theeI surely will record.
12 I also will of all thy worksmy meditation make;And of thy doings to discoursegreat pleasure I will take.