Psalm 77:1–6

I cry aloud to God,

aloud to God, and he will hear me.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;

in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;

my soul refuses to be comforted.

When I remember God, I moan;

when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah

You hold my eyelids open;

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old,

the years long ago.

I said, “Let me remember my song in the night;

let me meditate in my heart.”

Then my spirit made a diligent search:

I cried out to God for help;

I cried out to God to hear me.

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;

at night I stretched out untiring hands,

and I would not be comforted.

I remembered you, God, and I groaned;

I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.

You kept my eyes from closing;

I was too troubled to speak.

I thought about the former days,

the years of long ago;

I remembered my songs in the night.

My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

I cry aloud to God,

aloud to God, and he will hear me.

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.

Selah

You 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.

I cry out to God; yes, I shout.

Oh, that God would listen to me!

When I was in deep trouble,

I searched for the Lord.

All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven,

but my soul was not comforted.

I think of God, and I moan,

overwhelmed with longing for his help.

Interlude

You don’t let me sleep.

I am too distressed even to pray!

I think of the good old days,

long since ended,

when my nights were filled with joyful songs.

I search my soul and ponder the difference now.

I cry out with my voice to God;

with my voice to God, that he may hear me.

In the day I have trouble, I seek the Lord.

At night my hand stretches out continually;

my soul refuses to be comforted.

I remember God and I groan loudly;

I meditate and my spirit grows faint. Selah

You hold open my eyelids.

I am troubled and cannot speak.

I think about the days from long ago,

the years of ancient times.

I remember my song in the night.

With my heart I meditate,

and my spirit searches to understand.

I cried unto God with my voice,

Even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord:

My sore ran in the night, and ceased not:

My soul refused to be comforted.

I remembered God, and was troubled:

I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

Thou holdest mine eyes waking:

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I have considered the days of old,

The years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance my song in the night:

I commune with mine own heart:

And my spirit made diligent search.