psalm_Chapter 77

I will cry out to God with my voice. I speak to God, and he will pay attention to me.

I seek the Lord on the day of adversity. I keep raising my hands and praying at night. My heart refuses to be comforted.

I miss God, so I feel restless and restless. I ponder sadness and my heart becomes dizzy. (Fine pull)

You told me not to close my eyes. I am restless and unable to speak.

I recall the days and years of ancient times.

I think of my nighttime songs and ask myself. I also carefully scrutinized in my heart.

Will the Lord forever abandon me and no longer show kindness?

Is his love forever exhausted and his promises abandoned for generations to come?

Does God forget to be kind. Will his mercy be stopped out of anger? (Fine pull)

I said, this is my cowardice. But I want to remember the era when the Supreme One showed his right hand.

I will recount what the Lord has done. I want to remember your ancient wonders.

I will also reflect on your management and silently recite your actions.

God, your actions are pure. What god is as great as a god?

You are the god of miracles. You have demonstrated your abilities among the nations.

You have redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph, with your arm. (Fine pull)

God, when all the waters see you, they are all terrified. The abyss also trembles.

Pour water out of the clouds. The sky makes a sound. Your arrow also flies in all directions.

Your thunder is in the whirlwind. Electric light illuminates the world. The earth trembles and shakes.

Your way is in the sea, your path is in the vast waters, and no one knows your footsteps.

You guided your people like flocks by the hands of Moses and Aaron.