77 - Voce mea ad Dominum

1  I will cry unto God with my voice; *
even unto God will I cry with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.

2  In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord; *
my hands were stretched out in the night without rest; my soul refused comfort.

3  When I think upon God, I groan; *
when I ponder, my spirit grows faint.

4  You hold my eyelids open; *
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

5  I consider the days of old; *
I call to remembrance the years that are past.

6  In the night I commune with my own heart; *
I meditate and search my spirit.

7  Will the Lord cast me off for ever, *
and will he no more show his favor?

8  Is his mercy gone for ever, *
and has his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?

9  Has God forgotten to be gracious, *
and will he withhold his loving-kindness in displeasure?

10  And I said, “Has his right hand become weak? *
Has the hand of the Most High lost its strength?”

11  I will remember the works of the Lord, *
and call to mind your wonders of old time.

12  I will think also of all your works, *
and my talk shall be of your deeds.

13  Your way, O God, is holy; *
who is so great a God as our God?

14  You are the God who does wonders, *
and have declared your power among the peoples.

15  You have mightily delivered your people, *
even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

16  The waters saw you, O God; the waters saw you and were afraid; *
the depths also were troubled.

17  The clouds poured out water, the skies thundered, *
and your arrows flashed on every side.

18  The voice of your thunder was heard in the whirlwind; the lightning lit up the world; *
the earth was moved and shook.

19  Your way was in the sea, and your paths in the great waters, *
yet your footsteps were not seen.

20  You led your people like sheep *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.