Psalm 77:1 - 77:12

For the choir director. According to Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.

My voice rises to God, and I must cry aloud;

My voice rises to God, and He will hear me.

In the day of my distress I sought the Lord;

In the night my hand was stretched out without weariness;

My soul refused to be comforted.

I remember God and I am disturbed;

I muse and my spirit faints. Selah.

You have held my eyelids open;

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I give thought to the days of old,

The years of long ago.

I remember my music in the night;

I am musing with my heart,

And my spirit is searching:

Will the Lord reject evermore?

And will He not be favorable again?

Has His lovingkindness ceased forever?

Has His word ended from generation to generation?

Has God forgotten to be gracious,

Or has He in anger shut up His compassion? Selah.

Then I said, “It is my grief,

That the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

I shall remember the deeds of Yah;

Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.

I will meditate on all Your work

And muse on Your deeds.