I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
All his sons and daughters came to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. “No,” he said, “I will continue to mourn until I join my son in the grave.” So his father wept for him.
Are God’s consolations not enough for you, words spoken gently to you?
For I dreaded destruction from God, and for fear of his splendor I could not do such things.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshaled against me.
“Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.”
From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.
Lord, they came to you in their distress; when you disciplined them, they could barely whisper a prayer.
Do not be a terror to me; you are my refuge in the day of disaster.
I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.
Why should the living complain when punished for their sins?