Psalm 77

Voce mea ad Dominum
1
I will cry unto God with my voice  *
even unto God will I cry with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.
2
In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord *
my sore ran and ceased not in the night-season ; my soul refused comfort.
3
When I am in heaviness, I will think upon God *
when my heart is vexed, I will complain.
4
Thou holdest mine eyes waking *
I am so feeble, that I cannot speak.
5
I have considered the days of old *
and the years that are past.
6
I call to remembrance my song *
and in the night I commune with mine own heart, and search out my spirits.
7
Will the Lord absent himself for ever *
and will he be no more intreated?
8
Is his mercy clean gone for ever *
and is his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?
9
Hath God forgotten to be gracious *
and will he shut up his loving-kindness in displeasure?
10
And I said, It is mine own infirmity *
but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most Highest.
11
I will remember the works of the Lord *
and call to mind thy wonders of old time.
12
I will think also of all thy works *
and my talking shall be of thy doings.
13
Thy way, O God, is holy *
who is so great a God as our God?
14
Thou art the God that doeth wonders *
and hast declared thy power among the people.
15
Thou hast mightily delivered thy people *
even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.
16
The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee, and were afraid *
the depths also were troubled.
17
The clouds poured out water, the air thundered *
and thine arrows went abroad.
18
The voice of thy thunder was heard round about *
the lightnings shone upon the ground; the earth was moved, and shook withal.
19
Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters *
and thy footsteps are not known.
20
Thou leddest thy people like sheep *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Psalm 79

Deus, venerunt
1
O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance  *
thy holy temple have they defiled, and made Jerusalem an heap of stones.
2
The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the air *
and the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the land.
3
Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem *
and there was no man to bury them.
4
We are become an open shame to our enemies *
a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.
5
Lord, how long wilt thou be angry *
shall thy jealousy burn like fire for ever?
6
Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that have not known thee *
and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy Name.
7
For they have devoured Jacob *
and laid waste his dwelling-place.
8
O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon *
for we are come to great misery.
9
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy Name *
O deliver us, and be merciful unto our sins, for thy Name’s sake.
10
Wherefore do the heathen say *
Where is now their God?
11
O let the vengeance of thy servants’ blood that is shed *
be openly shewed upon the heathen in our sight.
12
O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee *
according to the greatness of thy power, preserve thou those that are appointed to die.
13
And for the blasphemy wherewith our neighbours have blasphemed thee *
reward thou them , O Lord, seven-fold into their bosom.
14
So we, that are thy people, and sheep of thy pasture, shall give thee thanks for ever *
and will alway be shewing forth thy praise from generation to generation.