“God Most High, what hurts me most is that you no longer help us with your mighty arm.”

In times of trouble God is with his people

1 I pray to you, Lord God, and I beg you to listen.

2 In days filled with trouble, I search for you. And at night I tirelessly lift my hands in prayer, refusing comfort.

3 When I think of you, I feel restless and weak.

4 Because of you, Lord God, I can't sleep. I am restless and can't even talk.

5 I think of times gone by, of those years long ago.

6 Each night my mind is flooded with questions: 

7 “Have you rejected me for ever? Won't you be kind again?

8 Is this the end of your love and your promises?

9 Have you forgotten how to have pity? Do you refuse to show mercy because of your anger?”

10 Then I said, “God Most High, what hurts me most is that you no longer help us with your mighty arm.”

11 Our LORD, I will remember the things you have done, your miracles of long ago.

12 I will think about each one of your mighty deeds.

13 Everything you do is right, and no other god compares with you.

14 You alone work miracles, and you have let nations see your mighty power.

15 With your own arm you rescued your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.

16 The ocean looked at you, God, and it trembled deep down with fear.

17 Water flowed from the clouds. 

Thunder was heard above as your arrows of lightning flashed about.

18 Your thunder roared like chariot wheels.

The world was made bright by lightning, and all the earth trembled.

19 You walked through the water of the mighty sea, but your footprints were never seen.

20 You guided your people like a flock of sheep, and you chose Moses and Aaron to be their leaders.