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I will cry aloud to God; * I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; * my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire; I refused to be comforted.

I think of God, I am restless, * I ponder, and my spirit faints.

You will not let my eyelids close; * I am troubled and I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old; * I remember the years long past;

I commune with my heart in the night; * I ponder and search my mind.

Will the Lord cast me off for ever? * will he no more show his favor?

Has his loving&#8209;kindness come to an end for ever? * has his promise failed for evermore?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? * has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?

And I said, “My grief is this: * the right hand of the Most High has lost its power.”

I will remember the works of the, * and call to mind your wonders of old time.

I will meditate on all your acts * and ponder your mighty deeds.

Your way, O God, is holy; * who is so great a god as our God?