New International Reader's Version

Psalm 77

Psalm 77

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of Asaph.

I cried out to God for help.
    I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help.
    During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer.
    But I refused to be comforted.

God, I remembered you, and I groaned.
    I thought about you, and I became weak.
You kept me from going to sleep.
    I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.
I thought about days gone by.
    I thought about the years of long ago.
I remembered how I used to sing praise to you in the night.
    I thought about it, and here is what I asked myself.

“Will the Lord turn away from us forever?
    Won’t he ever show us his kindness again?
Has his faithful love disappeared forever?
    Has his promise failed for all time?
Has God forgotten to help us?
    Has he held back his tender love because he was angry?”

10 Then I thought, “Here is what gives me hope.
    For many years the Most High God showed how powerful he is.
11 Lord, I will remember what you did.
    Yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
12 I will spend time thinking about everything you have done.
    I will consider all your mighty acts.”

13 God, everything you do is holy.
    What god is as great as our God?
14 You are the God who does miracles.
    You show your power among the nations.
15 With your mighty arm you set your people free.
    You set the children of Jacob and Joseph free.

16 God, the water of the Red Sea saw you.
    It saw you and boiled up.
    The deepest waters were stirred up.
17 The clouds poured down rain.
    The skies rumbled with thunder.
    Lightning flashed back and forth like arrows.
18 Your thunder was heard in the windstorm.
    Your lightning lit up the world.
    The earth trembled and shook.
19 Your path led through the Red Sea.
    You walked through the mighty waters.
    But your footprints were not seen.

20 You led your people like a flock.
    You led them by the hands of Moses and Aaron.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 77

Amane mu awerɛkyekyere

1Misu dennen mefrɛ Onyankopɔn; misu dennen na otie me. Ɔhaw mu, mebɔ Awurade mpae; anadwo mu nyinaa, mema me nsa so bɔ mpae nanso me werɛ nkyekye. Sɛ midwen Onyankopɔn ho a, migu ahome; sɛ midwen komm a, mabasa mu bu. Ɔma me si pɛ anadwo nyinaa. Nsɛm haw me nti, mintumi nkasa.

Midwen nna a atwam no na mekae nna a atwam dedaw no. Anadwo mu no nyinaa midwenee yiye. Midwenee komm no, asɛm a mibisaa me ho ni, “Enti daa Awurade bɛpo yɛn saa? Afei n’ani rensɔ yɛn bio? Wagyae dɔ a ɔdɔ yɛn no? Na ne bɔhyɛ no, wagyae? Onyankopɔn werɛ afi sɛ obehu mmɔbɔ? Abufuw abesi n’ahummɔbɔ ananmu anaa?” 10 Afei mekae se, “Nea ɛhaw me titiriw koraa ne sɛ afei de, Onyankopɔn nni tumi bio.” 11 Mɛkae nneɛma akɛse a woyɛe no, Awurade; mɛkae anwonwade a woyɛɛ no tete no. 12 Medwen nea woayɛ no nyinaa ho. Medwen wo tumideyɛ no nyinaa ho komm. 13 Biribiara a woyɛ no, O Onyankopɔn, yɛ kronn; onyame bi nso nsen wo. 14 Woyɛ Onyankopɔn a woyɛ anwonwade; wokyerɛ wo tumi wɔ aman so.

15 Wonam wo tumi so gye wo nkurɔfo a wɔyɛ Yakob ne Yosef asefo no nkwa. 16 Bere a ɛpo huu wo no, esuroe, O Onyankopɔn, na ɛpo mu donkudonku no mpo wosowee. 17 Omununkum tɔɔ nsu; aprannaa paapae fii soro na anyinam tetew fii mmeae nyinaa. 18 W’aprannaa a ɛpaapaee no bobɔe na anyinam a ɛtetewee no maa wiase sɔɔ hann. Asase wosowee.

19 Wonantewee asorɔkye no mu; wutwaa ɛpo a ɛmu dɔ no, nanso wɔanhu w’anammɔn. 20 Wudii wo nkurɔfo anim sɛ oguanhwɛfo a, na Mose ne Aaron na na wɔka wɔn ho.