1
I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me.
2
In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.
3
I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. (Selah)
4
You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5
I consider the days of old, and remember the years of long ago.
6
I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit:
7
"Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable?
8
Has his steadfast love ceased forever? Are his promises at an end for all time?
9
Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?" (Selah)
10
And I say, "It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed."
11
I will call to mind the deeds of the Lord; I will remember your wonders of old.
12
I will meditate on all your work, and muse on your mighty deeds.
13
Your way, O God, is holy. What god is so great as our God?
14
You are the God who works wonders; you have displayed your might among the peoples.