Psalms 77

¹ To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me.

² In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.

³ I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. [Selah]

⁴ Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

⁵ I consider the days of old, I remember the years long ago.

⁶ I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit:

⁷ "Will the Lord spurn for ever, and never again be favorable?

⁸ Has his steadfast love for ever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?

⁹ Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?" [Selah]

¹⁰ And I say, "It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed."

¹¹ I will call to mind the deeds of the LORD; yea, I will remember thy wonders of old.

¹² I will meditate on all thy work, and muse on thy mighty deeds.

¹³ Thy way, O God, is holy. What god is great like our God?

¹⁴ Thou art the God who workest wonders, who hast manifested thy might among the peoples.

¹⁵ Thou didst with thy arm redeem thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. [Selah]

¹⁶ When the waters saw thee, O God, when the waters saw thee, they were afraid, yea, the deep trembled.

¹⁷ The clouds poured out water; the skies gave forth thunder; thy arrows flashed on every side.

¹⁸ The crash of thy thunder was in the whirlwind; thy lightnings lighted up the world; the earth trembled and shook.

¹⁹ Thy way was through the sea, thy path through the great waters; yet thy footprints were unseen.

²⁰ Thou didst lead thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.