To the choirmaster. Upon Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm. My voice is to God, and I cry out; my voice is to God, and he gives ear to me.
In the Day of Trouble I Sought the Lord
In the day of my distress I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night and did not grow numb; my soul refused to be comforted.
I remember God and I am in turmoil; I complain, and my spirit grows faint. Selah.
You held the watches of my eyes; I was troubled and could not speak.
I considered days from of old, years of long ago.
I remember my music in the night; with my heart I muse, and my spirit searches.
Will the Lord reject forever, and never again be pleased?
Has his loyal love ceased forever? Has the word come to an end to generation and generation?
Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassions? Selah.
And I said, “This is my wounding — the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
I will remember the deeds of the LORD; indeed, I will remember your wonder from of old.
And I will murmur on all your work, and on your deeds I will muse.
God, your way is in holiness. Who is a great god like God?
You are the Mighty One who does wonder; you have made known your strength among the peoples.
You redeemed your people with an arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.
The waters saw you, God; the waters saw you — they writhed; indeed, the deeps trembled.
The clouds poured out water; the skies gave a voice; indeed, your arrows went about.
The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind; lightnings lit up the world; the earth trembled and quaked.
Your way was in the sea, and your paths in many waters, and your footprints were not known.
You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.