Psalms 77

77 ¹ I cry aloud to our Father; my voice rises to our Father, that he may hear me. ² In 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. ³ I remember our Father, and I groan; I meditate, and my spirit grows faint. Selah.

⁴ You held my eyelids open; I was troubled and could not speak. ⁵ I considered the days of old, the years long past. ⁶ I 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? ⁸ Has his covenant love ceased forever? Has his promise come to an end for all generations? ⁹ Has our Father forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger withheld his compassion? Selah.

¹⁰ Then 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. ¹¹ I will remember the deeds of our Father; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. ¹² I will meditate on all your work, and consider your mighty deeds. ¹³ Your way, our Father, is holy. What god is as great as our Father? ¹⁴ You are our Father who works wonders; you have made known your strength among the peoples. ¹⁵ With your arm you redeemed your people, the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.

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