Psalms 77

My cry goes to God!

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord.

I remember God, and I groan.

You hold my eyelids open.

I have considered the days of old,

I remember my song in the night.

“Will the Lord reject us forever?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever?

Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this:

I will remember Yah’s deeds;

I will also meditate on all your work,

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary.

You are the God who does wonders.

You have redeemed your people with your arm,

The waters saw you, God.

The clouds poured out water.

The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind.

Your way was through the sea,

You led your people like a flock,