PSALMS.
Chapter 77.
For the choir director; according to Jeduthun; a psalm by Asaph. Loudly, I cried to God. Loudly, I cried to God so that he would open his ears to ⌞hear⌟ me. 
On the day I was in trouble, I went to the Lord for help. At night I stretched out my hands in prayer without growing tired. Yet, my soul refused to be comforted. 
I sigh as I remember God. I begin to lose hope as I think about him. Selah 
(You keep my eyelids open.) I am so upset that I cannot speak. 
I have considered the days of old, the years long ago. 
I remember my song in the night and reflect ⌞on it⌟. My spirit searches ⌞for an answer⌟: 
Will the Lord reject ⌞me⌟ for all time? Will he ever accept me? 
Has his mercy come to an end forever? Has his promise been canceled throughout every generation? 
Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he locked up his compassion because of his anger? Selah 
Then I said, “It makes me feel sick that the power of the Most High is no longer the same.” 
I will remember the deeds of the Lord. I will remember your ancient miracles. 
I will reflect on all your actions and think about what you have done. 
O God, your ways are holy! What god is as great as our God? 
You are the God who performs miracles. You have made your strength known among the nations. 
With your might you have defended your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. Selah 
The water saw you, O God. The water saw you and shook. Even the depths of the sea trembled. 
The clouds poured out water. The sky thundered. Even your arrows flashed in every direction. 
The sound of your thunder rumbled in the sky. Streaks of lightning lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook. 
Your road went through the sea. Your path went through raging water, but your footprints could not be seen. 
Like a shepherd, you led your people. You had Moses and Aaron take them by the hand. 
