Chapter 77

 {To the chief Musician. On Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.} My voice is unto God, and I will cry; my voice is unto God, and he will give ear unto me. 

 In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted. 

 I remembered God, and I moaned; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah. 

 Thou holdest open mine eyelids; I am full of disquiet and cannot speak. 

 I consider the days of old, the years of ancient times. 

 I remember my song in the night; I muse in mine own heart, and my spirit maketh diligent search. 

 Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more? 

 Hath his loving-kindness ceased for ever? hath [his] word come to an end from generation to generation? 

 Hath ùGod forgotten to be gracious? or hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah. 

 Then said I, This is my weakness: -- the years of the right hand of the Most High 

 Will I remember, -- the works of Jah; for I will remember thy wonders of old, 

 And I will meditate upon all thy work, and muse upon thy doings. 

 O God, thy way is in the sanctuary: who is so great a ùgod as God? 

 Thou art the ùGod that doest wonders; thou hast declared thy strength among the peoples. 

 Thou hast with [thine] arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah. 

 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they trembled, yea, the depths were troubled: 

 The thick clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound, yea, thine arrows went abroad: 

 The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind, lightnings lit up the world; the earth was troubled and it quaked. 

 Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths are in the great waters; and thy footsteps are not known. 

 Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.