To the Chief Musician. On “Jeduthun.” Asaph’s, a Melody.
77 With my voice—unto God will I make outcry, With my voice unto God and he will give ear unto me;
2 In the day of my distress—unto My Lord will I seek, My hand by night hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul hath refused to be consoled;
3 I remember God and I murmur, I muse and my spirit swooneth. [Selah.
4 Thou hast held watching mine eyes, I was driven to and fro and could not speak;
5 I reasoned Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;
6 I remember my song in the night,—With my own heart I commune, And my spirit maketh search:—
7 For ages will My Lord reject? And not again grant acceptance any more?
8 Hath his lovingkindness come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?
9 Hath God forgotten to shew favour? Or hath he shut up in anger his compassions? [Selah.
10 Then said I—An affliction to me it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.
11 I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember out of aforetime thy wonderful way;
12 And will talk to myself of all thy work, And of thy doings will I muse:—
13 O God in the sanctuary is thy way,—Who is a great God like Elohim?
14 Thou art God doing wonderfully,—Thou hast made known among the peoples thy might;
15 Thou didst redeem with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. [Selah.
16 The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;
17 The clouds poured down waters, The skies uttered a voice, Yea thine arrows flew hither and thither;
18 The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth trembled and quaked;
19 In the sea was thy way And thy path in the mighty waters, And thy footprints could not be known:
20 Thou didst lead like a flock thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.