Psalm 77
I call to my God, I cry out toward him
: I call to my God, and surely he will answer.
In the day of my distress I seek the Lord,
I stretch out my hands to him by night
: my soul is poured out without ceasing,
it refuses all comfort.
I think upon God and groan aloud
: I muse, and my spirit faints.
You hold my eyelids open
: I am so dazed that I cannot flee.
I consider the times that are past
: I remember the years of long ago.
At night I am grieved to the heart
: I ponder, and my spirit makes search;
‘Will the Lord cast us off for ever
: will he show us his favour no more?
‘Is his mercy clean gone for ever
: and his promise come to an end for all generations?
‘Has God forgotten to be gracious
: has he shut up his pity in displeasure?’
And I say ‘Has the right hand of the Most High lost its strength
: has the arm of the Lord changed?’
I will declare the mighty acts of the Lord
: I will call to mind your wonders of old.
I will think on all that you have done
: and meditate upon your works.
Your way, O God, is holy
: who is so great a god as our God?
You are the God that works wonders
: you made known your power among the nations;
By your mighty arm you redeemed your people
: the children of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you and were afraid
: the depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water, the heavens spoke
: and your arrows darted forth.
The voice of your thunder was heard in the whirlwind
: your lightnings lit the world, the earth shuddered and quaked.
Your way was in the sea, your path in the great waters
: and your footsteps were not seen.
You led your people like sheep
: by the hand of Moses and Aaron.