⁶ If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?

¹ My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

¹⁵ I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

¹⁶ Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

¹⁷ They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,

¹⁸ Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance `is' the place of darkness!

¹ To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of Asaph. My voice `is' to God, and I cry, my voice `is' to God, And He hath given ear unto me.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

⁴ Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

⁵ I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.

⁶ I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:

⁷ To the ages doth the Lord cast off? Doth He add to be pleased no more?

⁸ Hath His kindness ceased for ever? The saying failed to all generations?

⁹ Hath God forgotten `His' favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.