Psalms 77:1-8

¹For Jeduthun, the music director. A psalm of Asaph. I cry out to God for help—I even shout. If only he would listen to me!

²When I was in trouble I prayed to the Lord. All night long I stretched out my hands to him in prayer but nothing brought me any comfort.

³I thought about God, groaning loudly; I meditated on him, but I was discouraged. Selah.

⁴You stop me going to sleep; I'm so upset I can't even talk.

⁵I think of the old days, years ago.

⁶I remember the songs I sung in the night. I meditate and ask myself:

⁷Has the Lord given up on me forever? Won't he ever be pleased with me again?

⁸Has his trustworthy love disappeared forever? Have his promises permanently ended?