3I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
4You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.
5I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
6I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:
7“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?
8Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?
9Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.
10Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
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Psalms 77
Psalms 77:3-10