1 For the excellent musician Ieduthun. A Psalme committed to Asaph. My voyce came to God, when I cryed: my voyce came to God, and he heard me. 2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort. 3 I did thinke vpon God, and was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah. 4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake. 5 Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time. 6 I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently. 7 Will the Lord absent him selfe for euer? and will he shewe no more fauour? 8 Is his mercie cleane gone for euer? doeth his promise faile for euermore? 9 Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah. 10 And I sayde, This is my death: yet I remembred the yeeres of the right hand of the most High. 11 I remembred the workes of the Lord: certainely I remembred thy wonders of olde. 12 I did also meditate all thy woorkes, and did deuise of thine actes, saying, 13 Thy way, O God, is in the Sanctuarie: who is so great a God as our God! 14 Thou art ye God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy power among the people. 15 Thou hast redeemed thy people with thine arme, euen the sonnes of Iaakob and Ioseph. Selah. 16 The waters sawe thee, O God: the waters sawe thee, and were afraide: yea, the depths trembled. 17 The cloudes powred out water: the heauens gaue a sounde: yea, thine arrowes went abroade. 18 The voyce of thy thunder was rounde about: the lightnings lightened the worlde: the earth trembled and shooke. 19 Thy way is in the Sea, and thy paths in the great waters, and thy footesteps are not knowen. 20 Thou diddest leade thy people like sheepe by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Comfort in Time of Distress
1 I cry aloud to God;
I cry aloud, and he hears me.
2 In times of trouble I pray to the Lord;
all night long I lift my hands in prayer,
but I cannot find comfort.
3 When I think of God, I sigh;
when I meditate, I feel discouraged.
4 He keeps me awake all night;
I am so worried that I cannot speak.
5 I think of days gone by
and remember years of long ago.
6 I spend the night in deep thought;
I meditate, and this is what I ask myself:
7 “Will the Lord always reject us?
Will he never again be pleased with us?
8 Has he stopped loving us?
Does his promise no longer stand?
9 Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has anger taken the place of his compassion?”
10 Then I said, “What hurts me most is this—
that God is no longer powerful.”
11 I will remember your great deeds, Lord;
I will recall the wonders you did in the past.
12 I will think about all that you have done;
I will meditate on all your mighty acts.
13 Everything you do, O God, is holy.
No god is as great as you.
14 You are the God who works miracles;
you showed your might among the nations.
15 By your power you saved your people,
the descendants of Jacob and of Joseph.
16 When the waters saw you, O God, they were afraid,
and the depths of the sea trembled.
17 The clouds poured down rain;
thunder crashed from the sky,
and lightning flashed in all directions.
18 The crash of your thunder rolled out,
and flashes of lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and shook.
19 You walked through the waves;
you crossed the deep sea,
but your footprints could not be seen.
20 You led your people like a shepherd,
with Moses and Aaron in charge.