When you are despairing, pray this psalm to God, expressing honestly your deepest feelings.
I yell out to God, I yell with all my might,
I yell at the top of my lungs. [God] listens.
I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord;
my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal.
When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right,"
I didn't believe a word they said.
I remember God -- and shake my head.
I bow my head -- then wring my hands.
I'm awake all night -- not a wink of sleep;
I can't even say what's bothering me.
I go over the days one by one,
I ponder the years gone by.
I strum my lute all through the night,
wondering how to get my life together.
Will the Lord walk off and leave us for good?
Will [God] never smile again?
Is [God's] love worn threadbare?
Has [the Lord's] salvation promise burned out?
Has God forgotten his manners?
Has [the Lord] angrily stalked off and left us?
"Just my luck," I said. "The High God goes out of business
just the moment I need him."
Once again I'll go over what God has done,
lay out on the table the ancient wonders,
I'll ponder all the things you've accomplished,
and give a long, loving look at your acts.
Oh God! Your way is holy!
No god is great like God!
You're the God who makes things happen;
you showed everyone what you can do--
You pulled your people out of the worst kind of trouble,
rescued the children of Jacob and Joseph.
Psalm 77, THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language. Copyright © 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson. Used with permission.
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