Psalm 77

¹ My voice rises to God—I cry aloud;
my voice rises to God—may he hear me.

² In the day of my distress I sought the Lord;
my hand was stretched out in the night and did not grow numb;
my soul refused to be comforted.

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

⁴ You held my eyelids open;
I was too troubled to speak.

⁵ I considered the days of old,
the years of ages past.

⁶ I call to mind my song in the night;
I meditate in my heart,
and my spirit searches.

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

⁸ Has his faithful love ceased for all time?
Has his promise come to an end for every generation?

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

¹⁰ And I said, "This is my grief—
that the right hand of the Most High has changed."

¹¹ I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your wonders of old.

¹² I will meditate on all your work
and muse on your mighty acts.

¹³ Your way, O God, is holy.
What god is as great as our God?

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

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

¹⁶ The waters saw you, O God—
the waters saw you and writhed;
even the depths trembled.

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

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

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

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