Psalms 77:4

My cry goes to God!

Indeed, I cry to God for help,

and for him to listen to me.

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.

I remember God, and I groan.

I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

I have considered the days of old,

the years of ancient times.

I remember my song in the night.

I consider in my own heart;

my spirit diligently inquires:

“Will the Lord reject us forever?

Will he be favorable no more?