Geneva(i)
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
3 I did thinke vpon God, and was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
5 Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time.
6 I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently.
7 Will the Lord absent him selfe for euer? and will he shewe no more fauour?
8 Is his mercie cleane gone for euer? doeth his promise faile for euermore?
9 Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah.