The Book of Psalms

TO THE OVERSEER. FOR JEDUTHUN. A PSALM OF ASAPH. My voice [is] to God, and I cry, || My voice [is] to God, || And He has given ear to me.

I sought the Lord in a day of my distress, || My hand has been spread out by night, || And it does not cease, || My soul has refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and make a noise, || I meditate, and my spirit is feeble. Selah.

You have taken hold of the watches of my eyes, || I have been moved, and I do not speak.

I have reckoned the days of old, || The years of the ages.

I remember my music in the night, || I meditate with my heart, and my spirit searches diligently:

Does the Lord cast off for all ages? Does He add to be pleased no longer?

Has His kindness ceased forever? The saying failed from generation to generation?

Has God forgotten [His] favors? Has He shut up His mercies in anger? Selah.

And I say: “My weakness is, || The changes of the right hand of the Most High.”

I mention the doings of YAH, || For I remember Your wonders of old,

And I have meditated on all Your working, || And I talk concerning Your doings.

O God, Your way [is] in holiness, || Who [is] a great god like God?

You [are] the God doing wonders. You have made Your strength known among the peoples,

You have redeemed Your people with strength, || The sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

The waters have seen You, O God, || The waters have seen You, || They are afraid—also depths are troubled.

Thick clouds have poured out waters, || The skies have given forth a noise, || Also—Your arrows go up and down.

The voice of Your thunder [is] in the spheres, || Lightnings have lightened the world, || The earth has trembled, indeed, it shakes.

Your way [is] in the sea, || And Your paths in many waters, || And Your tracks have not been known.

You have led Your people as a flock, || By the hand of Moses and Aaron!

My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

I will remember the LORD’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.

I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

You have redeemed your people with your arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.

The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.

The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.

Your way was through the sea, your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.

You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.