Psalm 77
For the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm by Asaph.
1 My cry
goes to God!
Indeed, I cry to God
for help,
and for him
to listen to me.
2 In
the day of
my trouble I sought
the Lord.
My hand was stretched
out in the night,
and didn’t get tired.
My soul refused to
be comforted.
3 I remember
God, and I groan.
I complain, and
my spirit
is overwhelmed.
Selah.
4 You
hold my eyelids open.
I am so troubled
that I can’t
speak.
5 I
have considered the days
of old,
the years of ancient
times.
6 I remember
my song in
the night.
I consider in
my own heart;
my spirit diligently inquires:
7 “Will
the Lord reject us forever?
Will he
be favorable no more?
8 Has his loving
kindness vanished forever?
Does his promise
fail for generations?
9 Has God
forgotten to be gracious?
Has he, in anger, withheld his
compassion?”
Selah.
10 Then I thought, “I will
appeal to this:
the years of the right hand of
the Most High.”
11 I
will remember the
LORD’s deeds;
for I
will remember your wonders
of old.
12 I
will also meditate
on all your work,
and consider your
doings.
13 Your
way, God, is in
the sanctuary.
What god is great
like God?
14 You
are the God
who does wonders.
You have made
your strength known among
the peoples.
15 You
have redeemed your
people with
your arm,
the sons of Jacob
and Joseph.
Selah.
16 The waters
saw you, God.
The waters saw
you, and
they writhed.
The depths also convulsed.
17 The clouds
poured out water.
The skies resounded with thunder.
Your arrows also flashed around.
18 The
voice of your
thunder was in
the whirlwind.
The lightnings lit up
the world.
The earth trembled and shook.
19 Your way
was through
the sea,
your paths through the great
waters.
Your footsteps were not known.
20 You led
your people like
a flock,
by the hand of
Moses and Aaron.