Psalms
To the director; on Je·duʹthun.* Of Aʹsaph.+ A melody.
77 With my voice I will cry out to God;
To God I will cry out, and he will hear me.+
2 In the day of my distress I search for Jehovah.+
At night my hands are stretched out to him without ceasing.*
I* cannot be comforted.
4 You hold my eyelids open;
I am agitated and cannot speak.
5 My thoughts turn to the days of long ago,+
The years of the distant past.
7 Will Jehovah cast us off forever?+
Will he never again show his favor?+
8 Has his loyal love ceased forever?
Will his promise come to nothing for all generations?
9 Has God forgotten to show his favor,+
Or has his anger caused his mercy to cease? (Selah)
10 Must I keep saying: “This is what distresses me:*+
The Most High has changed his position* toward us”?
11 I will remember the works of Jah;
I will remember your marvelous deeds of long ago.
12 And I will meditate on all your activity
And ponder over your dealings.+
13 O God, your ways are holy.
What god is as great as you, O God?+
14 You are the true God, who does marvelous things.+
You have revealed your strength to the peoples.+
16 The waters saw you, O God;
The waters saw you and were disturbed.+
And the deep waters became agitated.
17 The clouds poured down water.
The cloudy skies thundered,
And your arrows flew here and there.+
18 The sound of your thunder+ was like chariot wheels;
Flashes of lightning lit up the inhabited earth;*+
The earth trembled and quaked.+
19 Your way was through the sea,+
Your path through many waters;
But your footprints could not be traced.