Psalm 77:1–13

¹My voice rises to God, and I must ^acry aloud;

My voice rises to God, and He will hear me.

²In the ^aday of my distress I sought the Lord;

^bIn the night my ^chand was stretched out ¹without weariness;

My soul ^drefused to be comforted.

³I remember God and I am ^adisturbed;

I ^bmuse and ^cmy spirit faints. ¹Selah.

⁴You have held my eyelids open;

I am so troubled that I ^acannot speak.

⁵I give thought to the ^adays of old,

The years of long ago.

⁶I remember my ^amusic in the night;

I ^bam musing with my heart,

And my spirit is searching:

⁷Will the Lord ^areject evermore?

And will He ^bnot be favorable again?

⁸Has His ^alovingkindness ceased forever?

Has His ^1bword ended ²from generation to generation?

⁹Has God ^aforgotten to be gracious,

Or has He in anger shut up His ^bcompassion? Selah.

¹⁰Then I said, “^aIt is my ¹grief,

That the ^bright hand of the Most High has changed.”

¹¹I shall remember the ^adeeds of Yah;

Surely I will ^bremember Your wonders of old.

¹²I will ^ameditate on all Your work

And muse on Your deeds.

¹³O God, Your way is ^aholy;

^bWhat god is great like God?