⁰To the choirmaster, over Jeduthun. Of Asaph, a psalm.

¹My voice is to God, and I cry out; my voice is to God, and he will give ear to me.

²In the day of my distress I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night and would not grow numb; my being refused to be comforted.

³I remember God and I murmur; I complain, and my breath faints away. Selah.

⁴You hold the eyelids of my eyes; I am disturbed and I cannot speak.

⁵I reckoned the days of long ago, the years of old.

⁶I remember my music in the night; I muse with my heart, and my breath searches.

⁷Will the Lord reject for the ages, and never again show favor?

⁸Has his loyal love ceased for all time? Has the word come to an end for generation after generation?

⁹Has God forgotten to be gracious? Or has he shut up his compassion in anger? Selah.

¹⁰And I said, This is my sickness: the years of the right hand of the Most High.

¹¹I will remember the deeds of Yahweh; for I will remember your wonder of long ago.

¹²I will meditate on all your work, and on your deeds I will muse.

¹³O God, your way is in holiness; who is a great god like God?

¹⁴You are the God who does wonders; you made your strength known among the peoples.

¹⁵With an arm you redeemed your people, the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

¹⁶The waters saw you, God; the waters saw you and writhed; even the deeps trembled.

¹⁷The dark clouds poured out water; the clouds gave a sound; even your arrows went about.

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

¹⁹Your way was in the sea, your path in the great waters; and your footprints were not known.

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