The Book of Psalms

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.

In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.

I did thinke vpon God, and was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.

Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.

Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time.

I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently.

Will the Lord absent him selfe for euer? and will he shewe no more fauour?

Is his mercie cleane gone for euer? doeth his promise faile for euermore?

Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah.

And I sayde, This is my death: yet I remembred the yeeres of the right hand of the most High.

I remembred the workes of the Lord: certainely I remembred thy wonders of olde.

I did also meditate all thy woorkes, and did deuise of thine actes, saying,

Thy way, O God, is in the Sanctuarie: who is so great a God as our God!

Thou art ye God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy power among the people.

Thou hast redeemed thy people with thine arme, euen the sonnes of Iaakob and Ioseph. Selah.

The waters sawe thee, O God: the waters sawe thee, and were afraide: yea, the depths trembled.

The cloudes powred out water: the heauens gaue a sounde: yea, thine arrowes went abroade.

The voyce of thy thunder was rounde about: the lightnings lightened the worlde: the earth trembled and shooke.

Thy way is in the Sea, and thy paths in the great waters, and thy footesteps are not knowen.

Thou diddest leade thy people like sheepe 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.