Psalms 77

¹ My voice went forth to Elohim; let me cry out; My voice went forth to Elohim that He would give ear to me. ² In the day of my distress I sought after Yahweh; At night my hand was stirred up in prayer, And it would not give way; My soul refused to be consoled. ³ I remembered Elohim, yet I was discomfited; I meditated, yet my spirit drooped. ⁴ You held open the guardians of my eyes; I was agitated, and I could not speak. ⁵ I took account of the days from aforetime, The years of the eons, saying, ⁶ Let me remember my soliloquy in the night; Let me meditate with my heart. So my spirit searched, saying, ⁷ Shall Yahweh cast off for the eons, And shall He not continue to be benevolent any more? ⁸ Has His benignity reached its limit permanently? Has the promise reached an end for generation after generation? ⁹ Has El forgotten to be gracious? Or has He shut off His compassions in anger? ¹⁰ Yet I am saying, This is the ground of my beseeching: The years of the right hand of the Supreme; ¹¹ I shall remember all the activity of Yah; Indeed I shall remember Your marvelous works from aforetime. ¹² Thus I soliloquize on all Your deeds, And on all Your activity, let me meditate. ¹³ O Elohim, Your way is in holiness; Who is a great El like our Elohim? ¹⁴ You are the El Who performed a marvel; You made Your strength known among the peoples. ¹⁵ With Your arm of power You redeemed Your people, The sons of Jacob and Joseph. ¹⁶ The waters saw You, O Elohim; The waters saw You, and they travailed; Indeed the abyss was disturbed. ¹⁷ Thick clouds were made to storm down waters; The skies cast forth their voice; Indeed Your arrows flew about. ¹⁸ The voice of Your thunder was in the cyclone; Lightning bolts lit up the habitance; The earth was disturbed and quaked. ¹⁹ Your way was through the sea, And Your trails led through vast waters, Yet Your heel-prints were not known. ²⁰ You guided Your people like a flock, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.