Psalms 77

LEB(i) 1 For the music director, on Jeduthun.* Of Asaph. A psalm.*
I cry out with my voice to God; with my voice to God, that he may hear me. 2 In the day I have trouble, I seek* the Lord. At night my hand stretches out continually;* my soul refuses to be comforted. 3 I remember God and I groan loudly; I meditate and my spirit grows faint. 4 You hold open my eyelids. I am troubled and cannot speak. 5 I think about the days from long ago, the years of ancient times. 6 I remember my song in the night. With my heart I meditate, and my spirit searches to understand. 7 Will the Lord reject us forever, and will he never be pleased with us again? 8 Has his loyal love ceased forever? Is his promise* ended throughout generations? 9 Has God forgotten to have compassion? Or has he closed off his mercies in anger? Selah 10 So I said, "This pierces me—* the right hand of the Most High has changed." 11 I will remember the deeds of Yah.* Surely I will remember your wonders* from long ago. 12 I will also muse on all your work, and meditate on your deeds. 13 O God, your way is distinctive.* Who is a great god like our God? 14 You are the God who works wonders;* you have made known your might among the peoples. 15 With your arm you redeemed your people, the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah 16 Waters saw you, O God; waters saw you and they trembled. Surely the deeps shook. 17 The clouds poured out water. The skies thundered.* Your arrows also flew about.* 18 The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;* lightnings lit the world; the earth shook and quaked. 19 Your way was through the sea, and your path* through many waters. Yet your footprints were not discerned.* 20 You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.