Psalms, CHAPTER 77
For the leader; According to Jeduthun. A psalm of Asaph.
I cry aloud to God,
I cry to God to hear me.
On the day of my distress I seek the Lord;
by night my hands are stretched out unceasingly;
I refuse to be consoled.
When I think of God, I groan;
as I meditate, my spirit grows faint.
You have kept me from closing my eyes in sleep;
I am troubled and cannot speak.
I consider the days of old;
the years long past
At night I ponder in my heart;
and as I meditate, my spirit probes:
“Will the Lord reject us forever,
never again show favor?
Has God’s mercy ceased forever?
The promise to go unfulfilled for future ages?
Has God forgotten how to show mercy,
in anger withheld his compassion?”
I conclude: “My sorrow is this,
the right hand of the Most High has abandoned us.”
I will recall the deeds of the LORD;
yes, recall your wonders of old.
I will ponder all your works;
on your exploits I will meditate.
Your way, God, is holy;
what god is as great as our God?
You are the God who does wonders;
among the peoples you have revealed your might.
With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, God;
the waters saw you and lashed about,
even the deeps of the sea trembled.
The clouds poured down their rains;
the thunderheads rumbled;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
The thunder of your chariot wheels resounded;
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
Through the sea was your way;
your path, through the mighty waters,
though your footsteps were unseen.
You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.