(Psalm of Hope Midst a Cry of Grievance.)
O Lord, my God, where are you?
My troubles are grievous and sore;
I need you now—right now.
Why are you so far away?
When shall I savor the feat?
My soul, why be anxious?
Rest in the Lord.
I know him—he is near.
The Lord will deliver.
He will bless and set me
In a sure place.
And I will serve him
All the days of my life.
For He only is my God.
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