I cry aloud to God, cry to God to hear me.
On the day of my distress I seek the Lord; by night my hands are raised unceasingly;
I refuse to be consoled.
When I think of God, I groan; as I ponder, my spirit grows faint.
I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, your wonders of old I will remember.
I will recite all your works; your exploits I will tell.
Your way, O God, is holy; what god is as great as our God?
You alone are the God who did wonders; among the peoples you revealed your might.
Psalm 77:2-4; 12-15