Psalms 77:2-9

²In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; In the night is my hand stretched forth continually; My soul refuseth to be comforted.

³I remember God, and am disquieted; I think of him, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

⁴Thou keepest mine eyelids from closing; I am distressed, so that I cannot speak!

⁵I think of the days of old,—The years of ancient times.

⁶I call to remembrance my songs in the night; I meditate in my heart, And my spirit inquireth:

⁷Will the Lord be angry for ever? Will he be favorable no more?

⁸Is his mercy utterly withdrawn for ever? Doth his promise fail from generation to generation?

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his compassion?