Psalm 77

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Psalm 77 For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.

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I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me.

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When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted.

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I remembered you, O God, and I groaned; I mused, and my spirit grew faint. Selah

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You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.

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I thought about the former days, the years of long ago;

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I remembered my songs in the night. My heart mused and my spirit inquired:

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"Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?

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Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time?

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Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?" Selah

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Then I thought, "To this I will appeal: the years of the right hand of the Most High."

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I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.

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I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds.

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Your ways, O God, are holy. What god is so great as our God?

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You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples.

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With your mighty arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. Selah

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The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you and writhed; the very depths were convulsed.

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The clouds poured down water, the skies resounded with thunder; your arrows flashed back and forth.

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Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind, your lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and quaked.

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Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen.

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You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.