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


In Context

1 I cried to God with my voice, even to God with my voice; and he gave ear to me.

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

3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

4 You hold my eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

Psalm 77:2 in Other Translations

The King James Version of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

The New International Version of the Holy Bible

77:2When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted.

The Douay-Rheims Version of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought God, with my hands lifted up to him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be comforted:

The American Standard Version of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.

The Darby Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted.

The English Revised Version of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted.

The Webster Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

The World English Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

77:2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

The Young's Literal Translation of the Holy Bible

77:2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.