²⁷ If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint;
    I will put off my sad countenance and be of good cheer,’

¹³ When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,
    my couch will ease my complaint,’

¹⁸ My joy is gone; grief is upon me;
    my heart is sick.

² In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
    in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;
    my soul refuses to be comforted.^(A)
3 I think of God, and I moan;
    I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah^(B)