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8Is his mercy utterly withdrawn for ever?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?
10Then I say, “This is mine affliction, A change in the right hand of the Most High.”
11I remember the deeds of Jehovah; I think of thy wonders of old.
Psalms 77
Psalms 77:4-11