For the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm by Asaph.
1My cry goes to God!
Indeed, I cry to God for help,
And for him to listen to me.
2In 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.
3I remember God, and I groan.
I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.
4You hold my eyelids open.
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5I have considered the days of old,
The years of ancient times.
6I remember my song in the night.
I consider in my own heart;
My spirit diligently inquires:
7“Will the Lord reject us forever?
Will he be favourable no more?
8Has his loving kindness vanished forever?
Does his promise fail for generations?
9Has God forgotten to be gracious?
Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?“
10Then I thought, “I will appeal to this:
The years of the right hand of the Most High.“
11I will remember Allah’s deeds;
For I will remember your wonders of old.
12I will also meditate on all your work,
And consider your doings.
13Your way, God, is in the sanctuary.
What god is great like God?
14You are the God who does wonders.
You have made your strength known among the peoples.
15You have redeemed your people with your arm,
The sons of Yaqub and Yusuf.
16The waters saw you, God.
The waters saw you, and they writhed.
The depths also convulsed.
17The clouds poured out water.
The skies resounded with thunder.
Your arrows also flashed around.
18The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind.
The lightnings lit up the world.
The earth trembled and shook.
19Your way was through the sea;
Your paths through the great waters.
Your footsteps were not known.
20You led your people like a flock,
By the hand of Musa and Harun.