Moff by section PSA 77:1

Psalm 77

From the Choirmaster’s collection. To Jeduthun’s tune. An Asaphite song.

77 I cry aloud to God,

I cry to God to listen,

2 I turn to the Lord in my hour of need,

I stretch my hands out ceaselessly,

refusing to be comforted.

3 I moan as I remember God,

I muse upon him till I faint;

4 all night I never close my eyes,

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

5 I dwell on days of old,

I recall the years gone by,

6 thinking to myself by night,

musing in my inward quest:

7 “Will the Lord for ever discard us,

will he never be kind again?

8 Has his love left us for ever,

has his faithfulness utterly failed?

9 Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Has he, in anger, stopped his pity?

10 Yes, this is my grief, that the Most High

no longer has the strength he had.

11 Let me recall what the Eternal did,

let me remember thy wonders of old,

12 let me think of all that thou hast done,

and muse upon thy deeds.

13 Thy dealings were divine, O God;

what god was great like the Eternal?

14 Thou wast a God of wonders,

thou didst show the world thy strength,

15 rescuing thy people by thy power,

the sons of Jacob and Joseph,

20 leading thy people like a flock

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

16 O God, the waters saw thee,

the waters saw thee and quivered,

the depths of ocean shivered;

17 rain rushed from the clouds,

the skies in thunder crashed,

thine arrows flew and flashed,

18 thy thunder rolled and resounded,

lightning lit up the world,

earth shook and was confounded,

19 as thou didst tread upon the sea,

marching through deep waters,

thy footprints all unseen.”