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Psalm 77. Voce mea ad Dominum.
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: * I stretched
forth my hands unto him, and ceased not in the night season;
my soul refused comfort.
3 When I am in heaviness, I will think upon God; * when my heart
is vexed, I will complain.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: * I am so feeble that I cannot
speak.
5 I have considered the days of old, * and the years that are
past.
6 I call to remembrance my song, * and in the night I commune
with mine own heart, and search out my spirit.
7 Will the Lord absent himself for ever? * and will he be no
more intreated?
8 Is his mercy clean gone for ever? * and is his promise come
utterly to an end for evermore?
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracious? * and will he shut up his
loving-kindness in displeasure?
10 And I said, It is mine own infirmity; * but I will remember
the years of the right hand of the Most Highest.
11 I will remember the works of the LORD, * and call to mind
thy wonders of old time.
12 I will think also of all thy works, * and my talking shall
be of thy doings.
13 Thy way, O God, is holy: * who is so great a God as our God?
14 Thou art the God that doest wonders, * and hast declared thy
power among the peoples.
15 Thou hast mightily delivered thy people, * even the sons of
Jacob and Joseph.
16 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee, and were
afraid; * the depths also were troubled.
17 The clouds poured out water, the air thundered, * and thine
arrows went abroad.
18 The voice of thy thunder was heard round about: * the lightnings
shone upon the ground; the earth was moved, and shook withal.
19 Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters,
* and thy footsteps are not known.
20 Thou leddest thy people like sheep, * by the hand of Moses
and Aaron.
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