Psalm 77

I will cry unto God with my voice  *

even unto God will I cry with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.

In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord *

my sore ran and ceased not in the night-season ; my soul refused comfort.

I will remember the works of the Lord *

and call to mind thy wonders of old time.

I will think also of all thy works *

and my talking shall be of thy doings.

Thy way, O God, is holy *

who is so great a God as our God?

Thou art the God that doeth wonders *

and hast declared thy power among the people.

Thou hast mightily delivered thy people *

even the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee, and were afraid *

the depths also were troubled.

The clouds poured out water, the air thundered *

and thine arrows went abroad.

The voice of thy thunder was heard round about *

the lightnings shone upon the ground; the earth was moved, and shook withal.

Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters *

and thy footsteps are not known.

Thou leddest thy people like sheep *

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.