² In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore [1] ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

² I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal. When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right," I didn't believe a word they said.

² In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.