Chapter 77

  My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, And for him to listen to me.  

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  In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.  

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  I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.  

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  You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.  

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  I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.  

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  I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires:  

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  'Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?  

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  Has his lovingkindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?  

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  Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?' Selah.  

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  Then I thought, 'I will appeal to this: The years of the right hand of the Most High.'  

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  I will remember Yah's deeds; For I will remember your wonders of old.  

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  I will also meditate on all your work, And consider your doings.  

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  Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?  

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  You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.  

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  You have redeemed your people with your arm, The sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.  

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  The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.  

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  The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.  

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  The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.  

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  Your way was through the sea; Your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.  

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  You led your people like a flock, By the hand of Moses and Aaron. Psalm 78 A contemplation by Asaph.  

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