Psalms 77

₁I cry aloud to God;

I cry aloud, and he hears me.

₂In times of trouble I pray to the Lord;

all night long I lift my hands in prayer,

but I cannot find comfort.

₃When I think of God, I sigh;

when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

₄He keeps me awake all night;

I am so worried that I cannot speak.

₅I think of days gone by

and remember years of long ago.

₆I spend the night in deep thought;

I meditate, and this is what I ask myself:

₇“Will the Lord always reject us?

Will he never again be pleased with us?

₈Has he stopped loving us?

Does his promise no longer stand?

₉Has God forgotten to be merciful?

Has anger taken the place of his compassion?”

₁₀Then I said, “What hurts me most is this —

that God is no longer powerful.”

₁₁I will remember your great deeds, LORD;

I will recall the wonders you did in the past.

₁₂I will think about all that you have done;

I will meditate on all your mighty acts.

₁₃Everything you do, O God, is holy.

No god is as great as you.

₁₄You are the God who works miracles;

you showed your might among the nations.

₁₅By your power you saved your people,

the descendants of Jacob and of Joseph.

₁₆When the waters saw you, O God, they were afraid,

and the depths of the sea trembled.

₁₇The clouds poured down rain;

thunder crashed from the sky,

and lightning flashed in all directions.

₁₈The crash of your thunder rolled out,

and flashes of lightning lit up the world;

the earth trembled and shook.

₁₉You walked through the waves;

you crossed the deep sea,

but your footprints could not be seen.

₂₀You led your people like a shepherd,

with Moses and Aaron in charge.