PSALM 77

¹For the lead player on jeduthun, an Asaph psalm.

    ²My voice to God—let me cry out.

          My voice to God—and hearken to me.

    ³In the day of my straits I sought the Master.

          My eye flows at night, it will not stop.

                I refused to be consoled.

    ⁴I call God to mind and I moan.

          I speak and my spirit faints.

selah

    ⁵You held open my eyelids.

          I throbbed and could not speak.

    ⁶I ponder the days of yore,

          the years long gone.

    ⁷I call to mind my song in the night.

          To my own heart I speak, and my spirit inquires.

    ⁸Will the Master forever abandon me,

          and never again look with favor?

    ⁹Is His kindness gone for all time,

          His word done for time without end?

    ¹⁰Has God forgotten to show grace,

          has He closed off in wrath His compassion?

    ¹¹And I said, it is my failing,

          that the High One’s right hand has changed.

    ¹²I call to mind the acts of Yah

          when I recall Your wonders of old.

    ¹³I recite all your works,

          Your acts I rehearse.

    ¹⁴God, Your way is in holiness.

          Who is a great god like God?

    ¹⁵You are the god working wonders.

          You made known among peoples Your strength.

    ¹⁶You redeemed with Your arm Your people,

          the children of Jacob and Joseph.

selah

    ¹⁷The waters saw You, O God,

          the waters saw You, they trembled,

                the depths themselves shuddered.

    ¹⁸The clouds streamed water.

          The skies sounded with thunder.

                Your bolts, too, flew about.

    ¹⁹Your thunder’s sound under the wheel—

          lightning lit up the world.

                The earth shuddered and shook.

    ²⁰In the sea was Your way,

          and Your path in the mighty waters,

                and Your footsteps left no traces.

    ²¹You led Your people like a flock

          by the hand of Moses and Aaron.