Psalm 77
or Coverdale
Voce mea ad Dominum

¹ I will cry aloud to God; *
I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.
² In 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.
³ I think of God, I am restless, *
I ponder, and my spirit faints.
⁴ You will not let my eyelids close; *
I am troubled and I cannot speak.
⁵ I consider the days of old; *
I remember the years long past;
⁶ I commune with my heart in the night; *
I ponder and search my mind.
⁷ Will the Lord cast me off for ever? *
will he no more show his favor?
⁸ Has his loving-kindness come to an end for ever? *
has his promise failed for evermore?
⁹ Has God forgotten to be gracious? *
has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?
¹⁰ And I said, "My grief is this: *
the right hand of the Most High has lost its power."
¹¹ I will remember the works of the Lord, *
and call to mind your wonders of old time.
¹² I will meditate on all your acts *
and ponder your mighty deeds.
¹³ Your way, O God, is holy; *
who is so great a god as our God?
¹⁴ You are the God who works wonders *
and have declared your power among the peoples.
¹⁵ By your strength you have redeemed your people, *
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
¹⁶ The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you and trembled; *
the very depths were shaken.
¹⁷ The clouds poured out water;
the skies thundered; *
your arrows flashed to and fro;
¹⁸ The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lit up the world; *
the earth trembled and shook.
¹⁹ Your way was in the sea,
and your paths in the great waters, *
yet your footsteps were not seen.
²⁰ You led your people like a flock *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.