4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
5 I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.
6 I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires:
7 'Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?
8 Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?
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