Psalms 77

1 For the chief musician; after the manner of Jeduthun. A psalm of Asaph. I will call out with my voice to God; I will call with my voice to God, and my God will hear me.⋮

2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; at night I stretched my hands out, and they would not become tired. My soul refused to be comforted.⋮

3 I thought of God as I groaned; I thought about him as I grew faint. Selah⋮

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

5 I thought about the days of old, about times long past.⋮

6 During the night I called to mind the song I once sang. I thought carefully and tried to understand what had happened.⋮

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

8 Was his covenant faithfulness gone forever? Had his promise failed forever?⋮

9 Had God forgotten to be gracious? Had his anger shut off his compassion? Selah⋮

10 I said, “This is my sorrow: the changing of the right hand of the Most High toward us.”⋮

11 But I will call to mind your deeds, Yahweh; I will think about your wonderful deeds of old.⋮

12 I will ponder all your deeds and will reflect on them.⋮

13 Your way, God, is holy; what god compares to our great God?⋮

14 You are the God who does wonders; you have revealed your strength among the peoples.⋮

15 You gave your people victory by your great power— the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. Selah⋮

16 The waters saw you, God; the waters saw you, and they were afraid; the depths trembled.⋮

17 The clouds poured down water; the cloudy skies gave voice; your arrows flew about.⋮

18 Your thunderous voice was heard in the wind; the lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook.⋮

19 Your path went through the sea and your way through the surging waters, but your footprints were not seen.⋮

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