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Psalms chapter 77

I to with my voice— to God with my voice, and he listens to me.On the day everything fell apart, I . All night long my hands were stretched out and wouldn’t drop. My soul .I think of God and I . I dwell on it and my spirit collapses. .You through the watches of the night. I am so shaken I can’t even speak.I think back to the , the years that have long since passed.I remember my . I turn it over in my heart; my spirit for answers.“Will the Lord us forever? Will he never show his again?Has his disappeared for good? Has his died out, generation after generation?Has God forgotten how to be ? Has his anger slammed the door on his ?” Selah.And then I said, “This is what tears me apart— that the of the has changed.”But I will remember what has done. Yes—I will remember the you did long ago.I will everything you’ve made, and every powerful thing you’ve done.God, your way runs through . What god is as great as our God?You are the God who does things . You showed the what your strength looks like.With your own arm, you bought your people back— the sons and daughters of and Joseph. Selah.The waters saw you, God— the waters saw you and . itself shook.The clouds poured out water, the skies cracked with thunder, and your of lightning flew in every direction.Your thunder rolled through the , lightning lit up the whole world, and the earth trembled and shook.Your cut straight through the sea, your path ran through the , and no one could trace your .You your people like a , guided by the hands of and Aaron.