3 In the day of my trouble I seek my Lord. At night my hand stretches out untiringly. My soul refuses to be comforted.
4 I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah
5 You hold my eyelids open— I am so troubled—I cannot speak.
6 I ponder the days of old, the years long ago.
7 In the night I remember my song. I meditate with my heart and my spirit is searching.
8 “Will the Lord reject forever and never again show favor?
9 Has His mercy vanished forever? Has His promise come to an end forever?