Psalm 77

To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun.
A Psalm of Asaph.
1 I cry aloud to God, 
   aloud to God, and he will hear me. 
2 In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; 
   in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; 
   my soul refuses to be comforted. 
3 When I remember God, I moan; 
   when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah 
4 You hold my eyelids open; 
   I am so troubled that I cannot speak. 
5 I consider the days of old, 
   the years long ago. 
6 I said,1 “Let me remember my song in the night; 
   let me meditate in my heart.” 
   Then my spirit made a diligent search: 
7 “Will the Lord spurn forever, 
   and never again be favorable? 
8 Has his steadfast love forever ceased? 
   Are his promises at an end for all time? 
9 Has God forgotten to be gracious? 
   Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah 
10 Then I said, “I will appeal to this, 
   to the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
11 I will remember the deeds of the Lord; 
   yes, I will remember your wonders of old. 
12 I will ponder all your work, 
   and meditate on your mighty deeds. 
13 Your way, O God, is holy. 
   What god is great like our God? 
14 You are the God who works wonders; 
   you have made known your might among the peoples. 
15 You with your arm redeemed your people, 
   the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah 
16 When the waters saw you, O God, 
   when the waters saw you, they were afraid; 
   indeed, the deep trembled. 
17 The clouds poured out water; 
   the skies gave forth thunder; 
   your arrows flashed on every side. 
18 The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind; 
   your lightnings lighted up the world; 
   the earth trembled and shook. 
19 Your way was through the sea, 
   your path through the great waters; 
   yet your footprints were unseen.
20 You led your people like a flock 
   by the hand of Moses and Aaron.