Psalms

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.