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3 (77:2)In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
4 (77:3)I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
5 (77:4)Thou holdest my eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
6 (77:5)I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
7 (77:6)I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with my own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
8 (77:7)Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favorable no more?
9 (77:8)Is his mercy wholly gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?