Psalms 77

¹I was crying to God with my voice; even to God with my voice, and he gave ear to me.

²In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

³I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)

⁴You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.

⁵My thoughts go back to the days of the past, to the years which are gone.

⁶The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.

⁷Will the Lord put me away for ever? will he be kind no longer?

⁸Is his mercy quite gone for ever? has his word come to nothing?

⁹Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)

¹⁰And I said, It is a weight on my spirit; but I will keep in mind the years of the right hand of the Most High.

¹¹I will keep in mind the works of Jah: I will keep the memory of your wonders in the past.

¹²I will give thought to all your work, while my mind goes over your acts of power.

¹³Your way, O God, is holy: what god is so great as our God?

¹⁴You are the God who does works of power: you have made your strength clear to the nations.

¹⁵With your arm you have made your people free, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah.)

¹⁶The waters saw you, O God; the waters saw you, they were in fear: even the deep was troubled.

¹⁷The clouds sent out water; the skies gave out a sound; truly, your arrows went far and wide.

¹⁸The voice of your thunder went rolling on; the world was flaming with the light of the storm; the earth was shaking.

¹⁹Your way was in the sea, and your road in the great waters; there was no knowledge of your footsteps.

²⁰You were guiding your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

¹My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.

²In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and did not get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

³I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

⁴You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

⁵I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

⁶I 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?

⁸Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

⁹Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?" Selah.

¹⁰Then I thought, "I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High."

¹¹I will remember Yah's deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.

¹²I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.

¹³Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

¹⁴You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

¹⁵You have redeemed your people with your arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

¹⁶The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.

¹⁷The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.

¹⁸The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.

¹⁹Your way was through the sea; your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.

²⁰You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.