Tehillim 77 תהילים ע״ז

To the chief Musician, to Yedutun, A Psalm of Asaf.

To God I will cry aloud: aloud to God. O, hear me!

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my hand is stretched out in the night, and rests not: my soul refuses to be comforted.

I remember God, and moan: I meditate, and my spirit faints. (Sela.)

Thou holdest fast my eyelids: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance my song in the night: I meditate with my heart: and my spirit makes diligent search.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

Is his steadfast love clean gone forever? does his promise fail for evermore?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? has he in anger shut up his tender mercies? (Sela.)

And I said, I am sick at heart, for the right hand of the most High has changed.

I will remember the works of the Lord: surely I will remember Thy wonders of old.

I will meditate also on all Thy work, and muse on Thy doings.

Thy way, O God, is in holiness: who is so great a God as our God?

Thou art the God That doest wonders: Thou hast declared Thy strength among the people.

Thou hast with Thy arm redeemed Thy people, the sons of Ya῾aqov and Yosef. (Sela.)

The waters saw Thee, O God, the waters saw Thee: they were afraid: the depths also trembled.

The clouds poured out water: the skies sent out a sound: Thy arrows also went abroad.

The voice of Thy thunder was in the whirlwind: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook.

Thy way was in the sea, and Thy path in the great waters, and Thy footsteps were not known.

Thou didst lead Thy people like a flock by the hand of Moshe and Aharon.