For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.
1 I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me.
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When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.
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I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
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You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.
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I thought about the former days, the years of long ago;
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I remembered my songs in the night. My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
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“Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?
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Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time?
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Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”
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Then I thought, “To this I will appeal: the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.
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I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
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I will consider all your works and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
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Your ways, God, are holy. What god is as great as our God?