And by night, but I have no rest.
My spirit is greatly troubled;
My heart is poured out on the earth
Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
When little ones and infants faint
In the streets of the city.
They say to their mothers,
'Where is grain and wine?'
As they faint like a wounded man
In the streets of the city,
As their life is poured out
On their mothers' bosom.
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.
I will remember my song in the night;
I will meditate with my heart,
And my spirit ponders;
Will the Lord reject forever?
And will He never be favorable again?
Has His lovingkindness ceased forever?
Has His promise come to an end forverer?
Has God forgotten to be gracious,
Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion?
Psalm 77:1, 4-9
And what is my end, that I should endure?
Save me... For there is no mention of You in death.
And You will not hear?
I cry out to You, "Violence!"
Yet You do not save.
O Lord, holy and true, will You refrain from judging
and avenging our blood on those who dwell on the earth?"
For we know the whole creation groans
and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now...
even we ourselves groan within ourselves,
waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons,
the redemption of our body.
For we through the Spirit, by faith, are waiting for the hope of righteousness.
...wait for His Son from heaven... that is Jesus, who rescues us from the wrath to come.
1 Thessalonians 1:10
For our citizenship is in heaven,
from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior,
the Lord Jesus Christ.