Voce mea ad Dominum
I will cry unto God with my voice *
even unto God will I cry with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.
In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord *
my sore ran and ceased not in the night-season ; my soul refused comfort.
When I am in heaviness, I will think upon God *
when my heart is vexed, I will complain.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking *
I am so feeble, that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old *
and the years that are past.
I call to remembrance my song *
and in the night I commune with mine own heart, and search out my spirits.
Will the Lord absent himself for ever *
and will he be no more intreated?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever *
and is his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?
Hath God forgotten to be gracious *
and will he shut up his loving-kindness in displeasure?
And I said, It is mine own infirmity *
but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most Highest.
I will remember the works of the Lord *
and call to mind thy wonders of old time.
I will think also of all thy works *
and my talking shall be of thy doings.
Thy way, O God, is holy *
who is so great a God as our God?
Thou art the God that doeth wonders *
and hast declared thy power among the people.
Thou hast mightily delivered thy people *
even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee, and were afraid *
the depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water, the air thundered *
and thine arrows went abroad.
The voice of thy thunder was heard round about *
the lightnings shone upon the ground; the earth was moved, and shook withal.
Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters *
and thy footsteps are not known.
Thou leddest thy people like sheep *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.