3 On the day of my distress I seek the Lord;by night my hands are stretched out unceasingly;I refuse to be consoled.
4 When I think of God, I groan;as I meditate, my spirit grows faint.Selah
5 You have kept me from closing my eyes in sleep;I am troubled and cannot speak.
6 I consider the days of old;the years long past
7 I remember.At night I ponder in my heart;and as I meditate, my spirit probes:
8 “Will the Lord reject us forever,never again show favor?
9 Has God’s mercy ceased forever?The promise to go unfulfilled for future ages?