Psalm 77
1 I will cry aloud to God;*
I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord;*
my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire;
I refused to be comforted.
3 I think of God, I am restless,*
I ponder, and my spirit faints.
4 You will not let my eyelids close;*
I am troubled and I cannot speak.
5 I consider the days of old;*
I remember the years long past;
6 I commune with my heart in the night;*
I ponder and search my mind.
7 Will the Lord cast me off for ever?*
will he no more show his favor?
8 Has his loving-kindness come to an end for ever?*
has his promise failed for evermore?
9 Has God forgotten to be gracious?*
has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?
10 And I said, “My grief is this:*
the right hand of the Most High has lost its power.”
11 I will remember the works of the LORD,*
and call to mind your wonders of old time.
12 I will meditate on all your acts*
and ponder your mighty deeds.
13 Your way, O God, is holy;*
who is so great a god as our God?
14 You are the God who works wonders*
and have declared your power among the peoples.
15 By your strength you have redeemed your people,*
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
16 The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you and trembled;*
the very depths were shaken.
17 The clouds poured out water;
the skies thundered;*
your arrows flashed to and fro;
18 The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lit up the world;*
the earth trembled and shook.
19 Your way was in the sea,
and your paths in the great waters,*
yet your footsteps were not seen.
20 You led your people like a flock*
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.