New Living Translation (NLT)
2 Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.
Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
3 I am sick at heart.
How long, O Lord, until you restore me?
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
3 Look on me and answer, Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
4 and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
5 But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
6 I will sing the Lord’s praise,
for he has been good to me.
There are some times when God seems so far away; but He isn't. He's as close as my next breath. He is my next breath. Tonight I'm hurting from the Rheumatoid Arthritis. I shouldn't fret or wonder where God is in all of this, because he is ever faithful and worthy of my trust. How long must I wait for God? God's timing is not mine. I will wait however long it takes.
Right now, however, I just need some sleep.