For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of Asaph.
I cried out to God for help.
I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help.
During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer.
But I refused to be comforted.
God, I remembered you, and I groaned.
I thought about you, and I became weak.
You kept me from going to sleep.
I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.
I thought about days gone by.
I thought about the years of long ago.
I remembered how I used to sing praise to you in the night.
I thought about it, and here is what I asked myself.
“Will the Lord turn away from us forever?
Won’t he ever show us his kindness again?
Has his faithful love disappeared forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
Has God forgotten to help us?
Has he held back his tender love because he was angry?”