The poetry of taking comfort

The grief of my heart

I cried out to God with my voice
To God with my voice
And He gave ear to me.

In the day of my trouble
I sought the Lord
My hand was stretched out
In the night without ceasing.

My soul refused to be comforted
I remembered God, and was troubled
I complained
And my spirit was overwhelmed
You hold my eyelids open
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

The reason of my mind

I have considered
The days of old
The years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance
My song in the night
I meditate within my heart
And my spirit makes diligent search.

Will the Lord cast off forever?
And will He be favorable no more?
Has His mercy ceased forever?
Has His promise failed forevermore?
Has God forgotten to be gracious?
Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies?

The praise of my lips

In my anguish
I will remember the years
Of the right hand of the Most High.

I will remember the works of the LORD
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old
I will also meditate on all Your work
And talk of Your deeds.

Your way, O God, is holy
What god is great like our God?
You are the God who works wonders
You have made known Your might among the peoples
You with Your arm redeemed Your people
The children of Jacob and Joseph.

Psalm 77:1-15

to be continued ...
Previously: Taking comfort: Psalm 42
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Update: continued in Comfort, comfort, O My people