Luyện nghe bài hát PS 77

Cry out to God for
I cried out to God to me
When I was and I sought the Lord
I stretched out my hand but found no

I you God and I groaned
My spirit, it grew faint, You kept my eyes closing
I was too troubled to speak
I thought about the days

I my songs in the night
My heart mused, my inquired
Will the Lord reflect
Will He never show His favor

Has unfailing love vanished forever
Has His will since failed for all
Has God forgotten to be
Has His anger withheld His

Then I thought to this I appeal
The years of the hand of the Most High
I will remember the of my Lord

If, and, ago

I will meditate on all Your
And consider all Your
Your God are holy
God is great like our God