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 hands were stretched out in the night without rest; my soul refused comfort.
When I think upon God, I groan; *
when I ponder, my spirit grows faint.
You hold my eyelids open; *
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I consider the days of old; *
I call to remembrance the years that are past.
In the night I commune with my own heart; *
I meditate and search my spirit.
Will the Lord cast me off for ever, *
and will he no more show his favor?
Is his mercy gone for ever, *
and has his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?
Has God forgotten to be gracious, *
and will he withhold his loving-kindness in displeasure?
And I said, “Has his right hand become weak; *
has the hand of the Most High lost its strength?”
I will remember the works of the Lord, *
and call to mind your wonders of old time.
I will think also of all your works, *
and my talk shall be of your deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy; *
who is so great a God as our God?
You are the God who does wonders *
and have declared your power among the peoples.
You have mightily delivered your people, *
even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, O God; the waters saw you and were afraid; *
the depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water; the skies thundered; *
and your arrows flashed on every side.
The voice of your thunder was heard in the whirlwind; the lightning lit up the world; *
the earth was moved and shook.
Your way was in the sea, and your paths in the great waters, *
yet your footsteps were not seen.
You led your people like sheep *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.