If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it in the scales.For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash.
I sought the Lord in my day of trouble. My hands were continually lifted up all night long; I refused to be comforted.I think of God; I groan; I meditate; my spirit becomes weak. SelahYou have kept me from closing my eyes; I am troubled and cannot speak.I consider days of old, years long past.At night I remember my music; I meditate in my heart, and my spirit ponders.“ Will the Lord reject forever and never again show favor?Has His faithful love ceased forever? Is His promise at an end for all generations?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger withheld His compassion?” Selah