77Voce 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?
