My cry goes out to God. I cry until he hears me. My hand was stretched out in the night and did not get tired. I groan, I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. I am so troubled that I can't speak. In the daytime I consider only one thing: the days of old. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires. Has God forgotten his mercy to me? Has his loving kindness vanished forever? I weigh all the deeds of the Lord. God, your way is holy. You have saved your people with your strong arm. The clouds poured out water; you caused your voice to come out of the sky.
Your arrows also flashed around. Your thunder resounded, and lightning. The earth trembled. Your way was through the sea, and your paths through the great water. You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.