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In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn`t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
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I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
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You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can`t speak.
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I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.
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I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires:
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"Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?
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Has his lovingkindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?
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Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?" Selah.
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Then I thought, "I will appeal to this: The years of the right hand of the Most High."