Psalms 77:1-5

My voice rises to God, and I will cry aloud; My voice rises to God, and He will listen to me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted.

When I remember God, then I am restless; When I sigh, then my spirit feels weak. Selah

You have held my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I have considered the days of old, The years of long ago.