Pslams 77

1 I cried out to God for help;


I cried out to God to hear me.

2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;

at night I stretched out untiring hands

and my soul refused to be comforted.



3 I remembered you, O God, and I groaned;

I mused, and my spirit grew faint.

Selah



4 You kept my eyes from closing;

I was too troubled to speak.



5 I thought about the former days,

the years of long ago;



6 I remembered my songs in the night.

My heart mused and my spirit inquired:



7 "Will the Lord reject forever?

Will he never show his favor again?



8 Has his unfailing love vanished forever?

Has his promise failed for all time?



9 Has God forgotten to be merciful?

Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"

Selah



10 Then I thought, "To this I will appeal:

the years of the right hand of the Most High."



11 I will remember the deeds of the LORD;

yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.



12 I will meditate on all your works

and consider all your mighty deeds.



13 Your ways, O God, are holy.

What god is so great as our God?



14 You are the God who performs miracles;

you display your power among the peoples.