“ Oh if only my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my disaster!For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; For that reason my words have been rash.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted.When I remember God, then I am restless; When I sigh, then my spirit feels weak. SelahYou have held my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.I have considered the days of old, The years of long ago.I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders:Will the Lord reject forever? And will He never be favorable again?Has His favor ceased forever? Has His promise come to an end forever?Has God forgotten to be gracious, Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion? Selah