Psalm 77

With my voice—unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;

In the day of my distress—unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;

I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. [Selah.]

Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;

I reasoned, Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;

I remember my song in the night,—With my own heart, I commune, And my spirit, maketh search:—

For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?

Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?

Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? [Selah.]

Then said I—An affliction to me, it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.

I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember, out of aforetime, thy wonderful way;

And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse:—

O God, in the sanctuary, is thy way,—Who is a great GOD like Elohim?

Thou, art GOD, doing wonderfully,—Thou hast made known, among the peoples, thy might;

Thou didst redeem, with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. [Selah.]

The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;

The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;

The, voice of thy thunder, was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth, trembled and quaked;

In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:

Thou didst lead, like a flock, thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.