Psalms 77:1-17

¹“For the leader of the music of the Jeduthunites. A psalm of Asaph.” I call upon God; I cry aloud for help; I call upon God, that he would hear me!

²In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; In the night is my hand stretched forth continually; My soul refuseth to be comforted.

³I remember God, and am disquieted; I think of him, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

⁴Thou keepest mine eyelids from closing; I am distressed, so that I cannot speak!

⁵I think of the days of old,—The years of ancient times.

⁶I call to remembrance my songs in the night; I meditate in my heart, And my spirit inquireth:

⁷Will the Lord be angry for ever? Will he be favorable no more?

⁸Is his mercy utterly withdrawn for ever? Doth his promise fail from generation to generation?

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his compassion?

¹⁰Then I say, “This is mine affliction, A change in the right hand of the Most High.”

¹¹I remember the deeds of Jehovah; I think of thy wonders of old.

¹²I meditate on all thy works, And talk of thy doings.

¹³Thy ways, O God! are holy! Who so great a god as our God?

¹⁴Thou art a God who doest wonders; Thou hast manifested thy power among the nations.

¹⁵With thy strong arm thou didst redeem thy people,—The sons of Jacob and Joseph.

¹⁶The waters saw thee, O God! The waters saw thee, and feared, And the deep trembled.

¹⁷The clouds poured out water, The skies sent forth thunder, And thine arrows flew.