PS 77

Cry out to God for help
I cried out to God to hear me
When I was distressed, I sought the Lord
I stretched out my hand
But found no comfort
I remembered you God and I groaned;
My spirit, it grew faint
You kept my eyes from closing
When I was to troubled to speak
I thought about the former days
I remember my songs in the night
My heart mused my spirit inquired.
Will the Lord reflect forever?
Will He never show His favor again?
Has this unfailing love vanished forever
Has His (promise?, or will since?) failed for all time
Has God forgotten to be merciful
Has His anger withheld His compassion
Then I thought
«To this I will (appeal? or appear?)-the years of the right hand of the Most
High
I will remember the deeds of (the? or my?) Lord
If, and, ago
I will meditate on all Your works
And consider all Your deeds
Your ways God are holy
What God is great like our God