1 I yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens.
2 I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal. When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right," I didn't believe a word they said.
3 I remember God - and shake my head. I bow my head - then wring my hands.
4 I'm awake all night - not a wink of sleep; I can't even say what's bothering me.
5 I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by.
6 I strum my lute all through the night, wondering how to get my life together.
7 Will the Lord walk off and leave us for good? Will he never smile again?
8 Is his love worn threadbare? Has his salvation promise burned out?
9 Has God forgotten his manners? Has he angrily stalked off and left us?
10 "Just my luck," I said. "The High God goes out of business just the moment I need him."
11 Once again I'll go over what God has done, lay out on the table the ancient wonders;
12 I'll ponder all the things you've accomplished, and give a long, loving look at your acts.