To the chief Musician, toJeduthun, A Psalmof Asaph. I crieduntoGodwith my voice, even untoGodwith my voice; and he gave earuntome. In the dayof my troubleI soughtthe Lord: my soreranin the night, and ceasednot: my soulrefusedto be comforted. I rememberedGod, and was troubled: I complained, and my spiritwas overwhelmed. Selah. Thou holdestmine eyeswaking: I am so troubledthat I cannotspeak. I have consideredthe daysof old, the yearsof ancient times. I call to remembrancemy songin the night: I communewithmine own heart: and my spiritmade diligent search. Will the Lordcast offforever? and will he be favorablenomore? Is his mercyclean goneforever? doth his promisefailforevermore? Hath Godforgottento be gracious? hath he in angershut uphis tender mercies? Selah. And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the yearsof the right handof the most High. I will rememberthe worksof the LORD: surelyI will rememberthy wondersof old. I will meditatealso of allthy work, and talkof thy doings. Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is so greata Godas our God? Thou art the Godthat doestwonders: thou hast declaredthy strengthamong the people. Thou hast with thine armredeemedthy people, the sonsof Jacoband Joseph. Selah. The waterssawthee, O God, the waterssawthee; they were afraid: the depthsalsowere troubled. The cloudspoured outwater: the skiessent outa sound: thine arrowsalsowent abroad. The voiceof thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightningslightenedthe world: the earthtrembledand shook. Thy way is in the sea, and thy pathin the greatwaters, and thy footstepsare notknown. Thou leddestthy peoplelike a flockby the handof Mosesand Aaron.