I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
The Holy Spirit dictated this psalm as a common prayer for the Church in her afflictions, not the private sorrow of one man, but the lamentations of God's chosen people. When we cry to Him, He hears; this is not mere complaint but the sure testimony of His readiness to answer those who call upon Him.
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Commenting on Psalm 77:1-20
I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. If no good was in the present, memory ransacked the past to find consolation. She fain would borrow a light from the altars of yesterday to light the gloom of today.
Here you see a good man drowning in melancholy, struggling in that horrible pit and miry clay. In his trouble he did not seek distraction or amusement, he sought the Lord Himself. Days of inward trouble must be days of prayer; you must pray your sorrow away, not drink it or laugh it away.
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Commenting on Psalm 77:1-10