I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be
comforted.
When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints.
You
hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days
of old,
the years long ago. I said, “Let me remember my song in the night; let me
meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search: “Will the Lord
spurn forever, and never again be favourable? Has his steadfast love forever
ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?
Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?”
Then
I said, “I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most
High.” I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders
of old. I will ponder all your work, and meditate on your mighty deeds. Your
way, O God, is holy. What god is great like our God? You are the God who works
wonders; you have made known your might among the peoples. You with your arm
redeemed your people, the children of Jacob and Joseph. When the waters saw
you, O God, when the waters saw you, they were afraid; indeed, the deep
trembled. The clouds poured out water; the skies gave forth thunder; your
arrows flashed on every side. The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind; your
lightnings lighted up the world;
the earth trembled and shook. Your way was through the sea, your path through
the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen. You led your people like a
flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
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