Psalm 77

1 I call to my God, I cry out toward him:
    I call to my God, and surely he will answer.
2 In the day of my distress I seek the Lord, I stretch out my hands to him by night:
    my soul is poured out without ceasing, it refuses all comfort.
3 I think upon God and groan aloud:
    I muse, and my spirit faints.
4 You hold my eyelids open:
    I am so dazed that I cannot flee.
5 I consider the times that are past:
    I remember the years of long ago.
6 At night I am grieved to the heart:
    I ponder, and my spirit makes search;
7 'Will the Lord cast us off for ever:
    will he show us his favour no more?
8 'Is his mercy clean gone for ever:
    and his promise come to an end for all generations?
9 'Has God forgotten to be gracious:
    has he shut up his pity in displeasure?'
10 And I say 'Has the right hand of the Most High lost its strength:
    has the arm of the Lord changed?'
11 I will declare the mighty acts of the Lord:
    I will call to mind your wonders of old.
12 I will think on all that you have done:
    and meditate upon your works.
13 Your way, O God, is holy:
    who is so great a god as our God?
14 You are the God that works wonders:
    you made known your power among the nations;
15 By your mighty arm you redeemed your people:
    the children of Jacob and Joseph.
16 The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you and were afraid:
    the depths also were troubled.
17 The clouds poured out water, the heavens spoke:
    and your arrows darted forth.
18 The voice of your thunder was heard in the whirlwind:
    your lightnings lit the world, the earth shuddered and quaked.
19 Your way was in the sea, your path in the great waters:
    and your footsteps were not seen.
20 You led your people like sheep:
    by the hand of Moses and Aaron.