Psalm 77

By Asaph

With my voice I called out to God;
With my voice I cried out to him
And he has given his ear to me.

In a time of trouble I sought Jehovah.
All night long I lifted my arms in prayer,
Never slacking, but my soul found no solace.
I remember God and emit a groan;
I meditate and my spirit grows weak.
You have kept open my sleepy eyelids;
I am troubled and cannot even speak.
I think of the olden days, long since past.
I remember my music in the night.
I search my soul and my spirit ponders.
Will Jehovah forever reject me?
Will he ever look upon me with favor?
Has his devotion vanished forever?
Are his promises annulled for all time?
Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has his anger suppressed his compassion?

Thus I say: “This is my grievance:
The might of the Most High has altered.”
Then I recall Jehovah’s acts,
Your miracles of long ago.
I will reflect upon all you’ve done
And give thought to your mighty deeds.
O God, your ways are of holiness;
No other god is as great as you.
You are the god who works wonders;
You have shown your strength to the world.
Your power has redeemed your people,
The sons of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters saw you, O God, they saw you.
They trembled and even their depths were troubled.
Torrential rain poured down from the thick clouds,
The sky rumbled with the roar of thunder
And your bolts of lightning shot up and down.
Thunder crashes were heard in the whirlwind
The lightning illuminated the world,
And all the earth convulsed, indeed it shook.
Your road led through the midst of the ocean,
A pathway you made through the great waters,
Yet your own footprints were never to be seen.
You led your people like a flock of sheep
With Moses and Aaron as its shepherds.