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.  

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  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.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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