Psalms 77
1WITH my voice I cried to the Lord, and my voice was to God, and He hearkened to me.
2In the day of my affliction I sought God with my hands in the night before Him; and I was not disappointed. My soul had refused to be comforted;
3I remembered God and was made glad—I meditated, though my spirit was in despondency.
4All mine enemies had previously mounted guard; I was troubled and did not speak.
5I considered the days of old: I recollected the years of ancient times;
6I meditated at night—I conversed with my heart—I searched my spirit diligently.
7Will the Lord cast off forever, and will He no more be favourable?
8Will He entirely cut off mercy, from generation to generation?
9Will God forget to be gracious? Will He in His anger restrain His compassion?
10Then I said, I have now made a beginning; this is the change of the right hand of the Most High.
11I called to remembrance the works of the Lord. Seeing I can remember Thy wonders of old:
12let me therefore meditate on all Thy works, and muse on Thine institutions.
13O God, Thy way is in that which is holy; what god is great as our God?
14Thou art the God Who worketh miracles: Thou hast made Thy power known among the tribes.
15With Thine arm Thou didst redeem this people of Thine—the children of Jacob and Joseph.
16The waters saw Thee, O God!—the waters saw Thee and were terrified, and the deep gulphs were troubled.
17Great was the roaring of the waters; the clouds uttered a sound: for Thy bolts were passing through them.
18The sound of Thy thunder was in the round expanse: Thy lightnings illumed the world; the earth shook and trembled.
19Thy way was through the sea, and Thy paths through many waters; but Thy footsteps could not be known.
20Thou leddest Thy people like a flock: by the ministry of Moses and Aaron.