For the leader. For Y'dutun. A psalm of Asaf: I cry aloud to God, aloud to God; and he hears me.
On the day of my distress I am seeking Adonai; my hands are lifted up; my tears flow all night without ceasing; my heart refuses comfort.
When remembering God, I moan; when I ponder, my spirit fails. (Selah)
You hold my eyelids [and keep me from sleeping]; I am too troubled to speak.
I think about the days of old, the years of long ago;
in the night I remember my song, I commune with myself, my spirit inquires:
"Will Adonai reject forever? will he never show his favor again?
Has his grace permanently disappeared? Is his word to all generations done away?
Has God forgotten to be compassionate? Has he in anger withheld his mercy?" (Selah)
Then I add, "That's my weakness [supposing] the Most High's right hand could change."
So I will remind myself of Yah's doings; yes, I will remember your wonders of old.
I will meditate on your work and think about what you have done.
God, your way is in holiness. What god is as great as God?
You are the God who does wonders, you revealed your strength to the peoples.
With your arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Ya'akov and Yosef. (Selah)
The water saw you, God; the water saw you and writhed in anguish, agitated to its depths.
The clouds poured water, the skies thundered, and your arrows flashed here and there.
The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind, the lightning flashes lit up the world, the earth trembled and shook.
Your way went through the sea, your path through the turbulent waters; but your footsteps could not be traced.
You led your people like a flock under the care of Moshe and Aharon.