For the Chief Musician.
To Jeduthun.
A Psalm by Asaph.
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.
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.