For the excellent musitian Ieduthun. A Psalme committed to Asaph. My voyce came to God, when I cryed: my voyce came to God, and he heard me.

In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.

I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.

Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.

Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time.

I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently.

Will the Lorde absent him selfe for euer? and will he shewe no more fauour?

Is his mercie cleane gone for euer? doeth his promes faile for euermore?

Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah.

And I sayde, This is my death: yet I remembred the yeeres of the right hand of the most High.

I remembred the workes of the Lorde: certainely I remembred thy wonders of olde.

I did also meditate all thy woorkes, and did deuise of thine actes, saying,

Thy way, O God, is in the Sanctuarie: who is so great a God as our God!

Thou art ye God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy power among the people.

Thou hast redeemed thy people with thine arme, euen the sonnes of Iaakob & Ioseph. Selah.

The waters sawe thee, O God: the waters sawe thee, and were afraide: yea, the depths trembled.

The cloudes powred out water: the heauens gaue a sounde: yea, thine arrowes went abroade.

The voyce of thy thunder was rounde about: the lightnings lightened the worlde: the earth trembled and shooke.

Thy way is in the Sea, and thy paths in the great waters, & thy footesteps are not knowen.

Thou diddest leade thy people like sheepe by the hand of Moses and Aaron.