Tua Palavra

|Salmos 77:1| For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm. [1] I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me.

|Salmos 77:2| When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.

|Salmos 77:3| I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint. ¹⁴⁵

|Salmos 77:4| You kept my eyes from closing; I was too troubled to speak.

|Salmos 77:5| I thought about the former days, the years of long ago;

|Salmos 77:6| I remembered my songs in the night. My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

|Salmos 77:7| “Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?

|Salmos 77:8| Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time?

|Salmos 77:9| Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”

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|Salmos 77:10| Then I thought, “To this I will appeal: the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.