Psalms 77:6

I remember God, and I groan.

I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

You hold my eyelids open.

I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

I have considered the days of old,

the years of ancient times.

“Will the Lord reject us forever?

Will he be favorable no more?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever?

Does his promise fail for generations?

Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.