NSB(i)
2 In the day of my trouble I sought Jehovah. My hand was stretched out in the night, and did not get tired. I refused to be comforted.
3 I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5 I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
6 I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:
7 Will Jehovah reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?
8 Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?
9 Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?