The Book of Psalms

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- Chapter 77 -

In the day of trouble I sought the Lord

For the chief musician; after the manner of Jeduthun. A psalm of Asaph. I will call out with my voice to God; I will call with my voice to God, and my God will hear me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; at night I stretched my hands out, and they would not become tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

I thought of God as I groaned; I thought about him as I grew faint. Selah.

You held my eyes open; I was too troubled to speak.

I thought about the days of old, about times long past.

During the night I called to mind the song I once sang. I thought carefully and tried to understand what had happened.

Will the Lord reject me forever? Will he never again show me favor?

Was his covenant faithfulness gone forever? Had his promise failed forever?

Had God forgotten to be gracious? Had his anger shut off his compassion? Selah.

I said, “This is my sorrow: the changing of the right hand of the Most High toward us.”

But I will call to mind your deeds, Yahweh; I will think about your wonderful deeds of old.

I will ponder all your deeds and will reflect on them.

Your way, God, is holy; what god compares to our great God?

You are the God who does wonders; you have revealed your strength among the peoples.

You gave your people victory by your great power-the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

The waters saw you, God; the waters saw you, and they were afraid; the depths trembled.

The clouds poured down water; the cloudy skies gave voice; your arrows flew about.

Your thunderous voice was heard in the wind; the lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook.

Your path went through the sea and your way through the surging waters, but your footprints were not seen.

You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

In the day of trouble I sought the Lord

My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

I will remember the LORD’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.

I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

You have redeemed your people with your arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.

The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.

The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.

Your way was through the sea, your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.

You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.