^{2 Ref} 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 Ref} I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

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

^{5 Ref} I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.

^{6 Ref} I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires:

^{7 Ref} "Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

^{8 Ref} Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

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

^{10 Ref} Then I thought, "I will appeal to this: The years of the right hand of the Most High."