2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
5I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.
6I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:
7To the ages doth the Lord cast off? Doth He add to be pleased no more?
8Hath His kindness ceased for ever? The saying failed to all generations?
9Hath God forgotten His favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.
10And I say: 'My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'