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8Is his mercy utterly withdrawn for ever?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?