Psalm 77

¹ I WILL cry unto God with my voice * even unto God will I cry with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.

² In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord * my sore ran and ceased not in the night-season ; my soul refused comfort.

³ When I am in heaviness, I will think upon God * when my heart is vexed, I will complain.

⁴ Thou holdest mine eyes waking * I am so feeble, that I cannot speak.

⁵ I have considered the days of old * and the years that are past.

⁶ I call to remembrance my song * and in the night I commune with mine own heart, and search out my spirits.

⁷ Will the Lord absent himself for ever * and will he be no more intreated?

⁸ Is his mercy clean gone for ever * and is his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?

⁹ Hath God forgotten to be gracious * and will he shut up his loving-kindness in displeasure?

¹⁰ And I said, It is mine own infirmity * but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most Highest.

¹¹ I will remember the works of the Lord * and call to mind thy wonders of old time.

¹² I will think also of all thy works * and my talking shall be of thy doings.

¹³ Thy way, O God, is holy * who is so great a God as our God?

¹⁴ Thou art the God that doeth wonders * and hast declared thy power among the people.

¹⁵ Thou hast mightily delivered thy people * even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

¹⁶ The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee, and were afraid * the depths also were troubled.

¹⁷ The clouds poured out water, the air thundered * and thine arrows went abroad.

¹⁸ The voice of thy thunder was heard round about * the lightnings shone upon the ground : the earth was moved, and shook withal.

¹⁹ Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters * and thy footsteps are not known.

²⁰ Thou leddest thy people like sheep * by the hand of Moses and Aaron.