Psalms [Praises] 77:4-10

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 cheshed ·loving-kindness· vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

⁹Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his racham ·compassionate love·?” Selah ·contemplation with musical interlude·.

¹⁰Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of haElyon the Most High.”