For the choir director; according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph.
My voice rises to God, and He will hear me.
In the night my hand was stretched out without weariness;
My soul refused to be comforted.
When I sigh, then my spirit grows faint.
Selah.
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
The years of long ago.
I will meditate with my heart,
And my spirit ponders:
And will He never be favorable again?
Has His promise come to an end forever?
Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion?
Selah.
That the right hand of the Most High has changed.”
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.
And muse on Your deeds.
What god is great like our God?
You have made known Your strength among the peoples.
The sons of Jacob and Joseph.
Selah.
The waters saw You, they were in anguish;
The deeps also trembled.
The skies gave forth a sound;
Your arrows flashed here and there.
The lightnings lit up the world;
The earth trembled and shook.
And Your paths in the mighty waters,
And Your footprints may not be known.
By the hand of Moses and Aaron.