Psalm 77

For the choir director. According to Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.

1I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me.

2In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; at night my hand is stretched out without growing weary; my soul refuses to be comforted.

3I remember God, and I groan; I meditate, and my spirit grows faint. Selah.

4You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

5I think about the days of old, the years long past.

6I remember my song in the night; I meditate in my heart, and my spirit searches:

7Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show favor again?

8Has his steadfast love vanished forever? Has his promise come to an end for all generations?

9Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion? Selah.

10Then I said, “This is my grief: that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

11I will remember the deeds of Yah; yes, I will remember your wonders of long ago.

12I will ponder all your work and meditate on your mighty deeds.

13God, your way is holy. What god is great like God?

14You are the God who works wonders; you have made your strength known among the peoples.

15With your arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

16The waters saw you, God; the waters saw you and writhed; the very depths trembled.

17The clouds poured down water; the skies thundered; your arrows flashed back and forth.

18The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind; lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook.

19Your way was through the sea, your path through the mighty waters, yet your footprints were not seen.

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