Psalms 77:7

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.

I remember my song in the night.

I consider in my own heart;

my spirit diligently inquires:

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.

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this:

the years of the right hand of the Most High.”