International Standard Version When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; my hands were raised at night and they did not grow weary. I refused to be comforted.
American Standard Version In 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.
Young's Literal Translation In 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.
