Psalms 77

77 ¹I cry aloud to our Father; my voice rises to our Father, that he may hear me. ²In the day of my trouble I sought the Sovereign Father; at night my hand was outstretched and would not tire; my soul refused to be comforted. ³I remember our Father, and I groan; I meditate, and my spirit grows faint.

⁴You held my eyelids open; I was troubled and could not speak. ⁵I considered the days of old, the years long past. ⁶I remembered my song in the night; I meditated with my heart, and my spirit searched: ⁷"Will the Sovereign Father reject forever, and never again show favor? ⁸Has his covenant love ceased forever? Has his promise come to an end for all generations? ⁹Has our Father forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"

¹⁰Then I said, "This is my appeal: the years of the right hand of the Most High." ^a a v10 The appeal is to the past years when the Most High's mighty hand worked powerfully for his people. ¹¹I will remember the deeds of our Father; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. ¹²I will meditate on all your work, and consider your mighty deeds. ¹³Your way, our Father, is holy. What god is as great as our Father? ¹⁴You are our Father who works wonders; you have made known your strength among the peoples. ¹⁵With your arm you redeemed your people, the children of Jacob and Joseph.

¹⁶The waters saw you, our Father; the waters saw you and writhed; indeed, the deeps trembled. ¹⁷The clouds poured out water; the skies rang out with thunder; your arrows flashed on every side. ¹⁸The sound of your thunder rolled through the whirlwind; your lightnings lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook. ¹⁹Your way was through the sea, your path through the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen. ²⁰You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.