Salmo 77

¹ My voice is unto God, and I will cry; my voice is unto God, and he will give ear unto me. ² In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted. ³ I remembered God, and I moaned; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah. ⁴ Thou holdest open mine eyelids; I am full of disquiet and cannot speak. ⁵ I consider the days of old, the years of ancient times. ⁶ I remember my song in the night; I muse in mine own heart, and my spirit maketh diligent search. ⁷ Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more? ⁸ Hath his loving-kindness ceased for ever? hath his word come to an end from generation to generation? ⁹ Hath *God forgotten to be gracious? or hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah. ¹⁰ Then said I, This is my weakness: --the years of the right hand of the Most High

¹¹ Will I remember, --the works of Jah; for I will remember thy wonders of old, ¹² And I will meditate upon all thy work, and muse upon thy doings. ¹³ O God, thy way is in the sanctuary: who is so great a *god as God? ¹⁴ Thou art the *God that doest wonders; thou hast declared thy strength among the peoples. ¹⁵ Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah. ¹⁶ The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they trembled, yea, the depths were troubled: ¹⁷ The thick clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound, yea, thine arrows went abroad: ¹⁸ The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind, lightnings lit up the world; the earth was troubled and it quaked. ¹⁹ Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths are in the great waters; and thy footsteps are not known. ²⁰ Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.