⁶ "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

¹ "My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

¹⁵ I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

¹⁶ Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷ They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.

¹⁸ You have put lover and friend far from me, And my friends into darkness.

¹ > My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, And for him to listen to me.

² In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

⁴ You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

⁵ I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.

⁶ I 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?

⁸ Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

⁹ Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?" Selah.