Psalm
To the director on Je·duʹthun.* Of Aʹsaph.+ A melody.
77 With my voice I will even cry out to God* himself,+
With my voice to God, and he will certainly give ear to me.+
2 In the day of my distress I have searched for Jehovah* himself.+
At night my very hand has been stretched out* and does not grow numb;
My soul has refused to be comforted.+
3 I will remember God and be boisterous;+
I will show concern, that my spirit may faint away.+ Seʹlah.
6 I will remember my string music in the night;+
With my heart I will show concern,+
And my spirit will carefully search.
7 Will it be to times indefinite that Jehovah* keeps casting off,+
And will he no more be pleased again?+
8 Has his loving-kindness terminated forever?+
Has [his] saying come to nothing+ for generation after generation?
10 And shall I keep saying: “This is what pierces me through,+
The changing of the right hand of the Most High”?+
12 And I shall certainly meditate on all your activity,+
And with your dealings I will concern myself.+
17 The clouds have thunderously poured down water;+
A sound the cloudy skies have given forth.
Also, your own arrows proceeded to go here and there.+
18 The sound of your thunder was like chariot wheels;+
Lightnings have lighted up the productive land;*+
The earth became agitated and began to rock.+