Psalm 77
To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of Asaph.
1 To God I cried with my voice:
yea with my voice I have
cried unto the mighty God;
and ear to me he gave.
2 In my distress I sought the Lord:
my sore ran in the night,
and ceased not: also my soul
refused comfort quite.
3 I did remember God, also
disquieted was I:
I did complain, and my spirit
o’erwhelm’d was heavily. Selah.
4 Awaking thou dost hold mine eyes:
I cannot speak for fears.
5 I have consider’d days of old,
of ancient times the years.
6 To my remembrance I do call
the song in night I had:
I commun’d with my heart, also
strict search my spirit made.
7 For ever will the Lord cast off?
and pleas’d will he not be?
8 His tender mercy is it ceas’d
to perpetuity?
his promise doth it fail for aye?
9 Hath God forgot likewise
gracious to be? hath he shut up
in wrath his dear mercies? Selah.
10 Then did I say, within myself,
‘tis mine infirmity:
the years of the right hand I will
think on of the most high.
11 I will unto remembrance call
the actions of the Lord:
thy wondrous works of ancient time
surely I will record.
12 I’ll muse also of all thy works,
and of thy doings talk.
13 Within the temple is thy way,
O God, where thou dost walk:
what God so great as our God is?
14 Works wonderful that are
thou God hast done; among the folk
thou dost thy strength declare.
15 Those that thy people are thou hast
with thine own arm set free,
of Jacob also of Joseph
the childeren that be. Selah.