Psalm 77

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 didn’t get tired.

My soul refused to be comforted.

³I remember God, and I groan.

I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

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 enquires:

⁷“Will the Lord reject us forever?

Will he be favourable 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?”

¹⁰Then I thought, “I will appeal to this:

the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

¹¹I will remember the LORD’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 amongst the peoples.

¹⁵You have redeemed your people with your arm,

the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

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.