Jeduthun's despair

Psalm 77

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.

I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me.

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;

in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;
my soul (nefesh) refuses to be comforted.
I want to think of God, but then I want to roar;
I want to meditate, but then my spirit (ruach) faints.
 
You keep my eyelids from closing;

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I think of earlier days, an eternity ago.  
I want to remember my music in the night.
I want to meditate with my heart (lev),
and search through my spirit (ruach).

Will the Lord reject forever?

Will he never show his favor again?

(...)

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