Psalm 77

Psalm 77

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.

^*I cried out to God^a for help;

I cried out to God to hear me.

When I was in distress,^b I sought the Lord;

at night^c I stretched out untiring hands,^d

and I would not be comforted.^e

I remembered^f you, God, and I groaned;^g

I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.^h

You kept my eyes from closing;

I was too troubled to speak.ⁱ

I thought about the former days,^j

the years of long ago;

I remembered my songs in the night.

My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

“Will the Lord reject forever?^k

Will he never show his favor^l again?

Has his unfailing love^m vanished forever?

Has his promiseⁿ failed for all time?

Has God forgotten to be merciful?^o

Has he in anger withheld his compassion?^p”

Then I thought, “To this I will appeal:

the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.^q

I will remember the deeds of the Lord;

yes, I will remember your miracles^r of long ago.

I will consider^s all your works

and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”^t

Your ways, God, are holy.

What god is as great as our God?^u

You are the God who performs miracles;^v

you display your power among the peoples.

With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,^w

the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters^x saw you, God,

the waters saw you and writhed;^y

the very depths were convulsed.

The clouds poured down water,^z

the heavens resounded with thunder;^a

your arrows^b flashed back and forth.

Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,^c

your lightning^d lit up the world;

the earth trembled and quaked.^e

Your path^f led through the sea,^g

your way through the mighty waters,

though your footprints were not seen.

You led your people^h like a flockⁱ

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.^j