I call to my God, I cry out toward him :
I call to my God, and surely he will answer.
In the day of my distress I seek the Lord,
I stretch out my hands to him by night :
my soul is poured out without ceasing,
it refuses all comfort.
I think upon God and groan aloud :
I muse, and my spirit faints.
You hold my eyelids open :
I am so dazed that I cannot flee.
I consider the times that are past :
I remember the years of long ago.
At night I am grieved to the heart :
I ponder, and my spirit makes search;
Will the Lord cast us off for ever :
will he show us his favour no more?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever :
and his promise come to an end for all generations?
Has God forgotten to be gracious :
has he shut up his pity in displeasure?
And I say Has the right hand of the Most High lost its strength :
has the arm of the Lord changed?
I will declare the mighty acts of the Lord :
I will call to mind your wonders of old.
I will think on all that you have done :
and meditate upon your works.
Your way, O God, is holy :
who is so great a god as our God?
You are the God that works wonders :
you made known your power among the nations;
By your mighty arm you redeemed your people :
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you and were afraid :
the depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water, the heavens spoke :
and your arrows darted forth.
The voice of your thunder was heard in the whirlwind :
your lightnings lit the world, the earth shuddered and quaked.
Your way was in the sea, your path in the great waters :
and your footsteps were not seen.
You led your people like sheep :
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.