Psalm 77

PSALM 77

To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph.

¹I cry aloud to God,

aloud to God, that he may hear me.

²In 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.

³I think of God, and I moan;

I meditate, and my spirit faints. [Selah]

⁴Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing;

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

⁵I consider the days of old,

I remember the years long ago.

⁶I 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?

⁸Has his steadfast love for ever ceased?

Are his promises at an end for all time?

⁹Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” [Selah]

¹⁰And I say, “It is my grief

that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

¹¹I will call to mind the deeds of the Lord;

yea, I will remember thy wonders of old.

¹²I will meditate on all thy work,

and muse on thy mighty deeds.

¹³Thy way, O God, is holy.

What god is great like our God?

¹⁴Thou art the God who workest wonders,

who hast manifested thy might among the peoples.

¹⁵Thou didst with thy arm redeem thy people,

the sons of Jacob and Joseph. [Selah]

¹⁶When the waters saw thee, O God,

when the waters saw thee, they were afraid,

yea, the deep trembled.

¹⁷The clouds poured out water;

the skies gave forth thunder;

thy arrows flashed on every side.

¹⁸The crash of thy thunder was in the whirlwind;

thy lightnings lighted up the world;

the earth trembled and shook.

¹⁹Thy way was through the sea,

thy path through the great waters;

yet thy footprints were unseen.

²⁰Thou didst lead thy people like a flock

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.