Psalm 77

¹I will cry unto God with my voice; even unto God with my voice, and he wilt give ear unto me.

²In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted.

³I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

⁴Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

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

⁶I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart; and my spirit made diligent search.

⁷Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

⁸Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?

¹⁰And I said, This is my infirmity; but I will rememberthe years of the right hand of the Most High.

¹¹I will make mention of the deeds of the LORD; for I will remember thy wonders of old.

¹²I will meditate also upon all thy work, and muse on thy doings.

¹³Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is a great god like unto God?

¹⁴Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast made known thy strength among the peoples.

¹⁵Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

¹⁶The waters saw thee, O God; the waters saw thee, they were afraid: the depths also trembled.

¹⁷The clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound: thine arrows also went abroad.

¹⁸The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind; the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook.

¹⁹Thy way was in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters, and thy footsteps were not known.

²⁰Thou leddest thy people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.