- <To the chief music-maker.
I was crying to God with my voice;
even to God with my voice, and he gave ear to me.
- In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting;
my soul would not be comforted.
- I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief;
my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome.
- You keep my eyes from sleep;
I am so troubled that no words come.
- My thoughts go back to the days of the past, to the years which are gone.
- The memory of my song comes back to me in the night;
my thoughts are moving in my heart;
my spirit is searching with care.
- Will the Lord put me away for ever?
will he be kind no longer?
- Is his mercy quite gone for ever?
has his word come to nothing?
- Has God put away the memory of his pity?
are his mercies shut up by his wrath?
- And I said, It is a weight on my spirit;
but I will keep in mind the years of the right hand of the Most High.
- I will keep in mind the works of Jah: I will keep the memory of your wonders in the past.
- I will give thought to all your work, while my mind goes over your acts of power.
- Your way, O God, is holy: what god is so great as our God?
- You are the God who does works of power: you have made your strength clear to the nations.
- With your arm you have made your people free, the sons of Jacob and Joseph.
- The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you, they were in fear: even the deep was troubled.
- The clouds sent out water;
the skies gave out a sound;
truly, your arrows went far and wide.
- The voice of your thunder went rolling on;
the world was flaming with the light of the storm;
the earth was shaking.
- Your way was in the sea, and your road in the great waters;
there was no knowledge of your footsteps.
- You were guiding your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.