Psalm 77 or
Coverdale
Voce mea ad Dominum

1I will cry aloud to God; *
I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.

2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; *
my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire;
I refused to be comforted.

3I think of God, I am restless, *
I ponder, and my spirit faints.

4You will not let my eyelids close; *
I am troubled and I cannot speak.

5I consider the days of old; *
I remember the years long past;

6I commune with my heart in the night; *
I ponder and search my mind.

7Will the Lord cast me off for ever? *
will he no more show his favor?

8Has his loving-kindness come to an end for ever? *
has his promise failed for evermore?

9Has God forgotten to be gracious? *
has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?

10And I said, "My grief is this: *
the right hand of the Most High has lost its power."

11I will remember the works of the LORD, *
and call to mind your wonders of old time.

12I will meditate on all your acts *
and ponder your mighty deeds.

13Your way, O God, is holy; *
who is so great a god as our God?

14You are the God who works wonders *
and have declared your power among the peoples.

15By your strength you have redeemed your people, *
the children of Jacob and Joseph.

16The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you and trembled; *
the very depths were shaken.

17The clouds poured out water;
the skies thundered; *
your arrows flashed to and fro;

18The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lit up the world; *
the earth trembled and shook.

19Your way was in the sea,
and your paths in the great waters, *
yet your footsteps were not seen.

20You led your people like a flock *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.