Psalm 77.
To the chief musician.
To Jonathan.
A Psalm of ACF.
I cried unto God with my voice.
Even unto God with my voice.
And he gave ear unto me.
And the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord.
My sore ran in the night and ceased not.
My soul refused to be comforted.
I remembered God and was troubled.
I complained and my spirit was overwhelmed.
C'est LA vie.
The whole dust.
My night is waking.
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance my song in the night.
I commune with my known heart and my spirit made diligent search.
Will the Lord cast me off forever.
And will he be favorable?
No more.
Is his mercy clean, gone forever.
Death has promised fail forevermore.
Hath God forgotten to be gracious.
Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies.
C'est LA.
And I said, this is my infirmity.
But I will remember the years of the right hand of the most high.
I will remember the works of the Lord.
Surely, I will remember the, I wonders of old.
I will meditate also of all they work.
And talk of they doings.
They whale.
God is in the sanctuary.
Who is so great that God is our God.
Thou art, the God that do us wonders.
Now has declared the strength among the people.
Thou hast with Dinah and redeemed.
By people.
The sons of Jacob and Joseph.
C'est LA.
The water saw the, oh God, the water saw the, they were afraid.
The depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water.
The sky sent out a sound.
The narrows also went abroad.
The voice of the thunder was in the heaven.
The lightning's lightened the world, the earth trembled and shook.
Thy way is in the sea and the path is the great waters.
And that footsteps.
Are not known.
They'll let us die.
People like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.