Psalm 77: Voce mea ad Dominum

I will cry aloud to God; *

I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; *

my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire;

I refused to be comforted.

I think of God, I am restless, *

I ponder, and my spirit faints.

You will not let my eyelids close; *

I am troubled and I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old; *

I remember the years long past;

I commune with my heart in the night; *

I ponder and search my mind.

Will the Lord cast me off for ever? *

will he no more show his favor?

Has his loving-kindness come to an end for ever? *

has his promise failed for evermore?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? *

has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?

And I said, "My grief is this: *

the right hand of the Most High has lost its power."

I will remember the works of the LORD, *

and call to mind your wonders of old time.

I will meditate on all your acts *

and ponder your mighty deeds.

Your way, O God, is holy; *

who is so great a god as our God?

You are the God who works wonders *

and have declared your power among the peoples.

By your strength you have redeemed your people, *

the children of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters saw you, O God;

the waters saw you and trembled; *

the very depths were shaken.

The clouds poured out water;

the skies thundered; *

your arrows flashed to and fro;

The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;

your lightnings lit up the world; *

the earth trembled and shook.

Your way was in the sea,

and your paths in the great waters, *

yet your footsteps were not seen.

You led your people like a flock *

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.