To the chief Musician for the sons
of Korah
, Maschil
. We have heard
with our ears
, O God
, our fathers
have told
us, what work
thou didst
in their days
, in the times
of old
.
How thou didst drive out the heathen
with thy hand
, and plantedst
them; how thou didst afflict
the people
, and cast them out
.
For they got not the land
in possession
by their own sword
, neither did their own arm
save
them: but thy right hand
, and thine arm
, and the light
of thy countenance
, because thou hadst a favour
unto them.
Thou art my King, O God
: command
deliverances
for Jacob
.
Through thee will we push down our enemies
: through thy name
will we tread them under
that rise up
against us.
For I will not trust in my bow
, neither shall my sword
save
me.
But thou hast saved us from our enemies
, and hast put them to shame
that hated
us.
In God we boast
all the day
long, and praise
thy name
for ever
. Selah
.
But thou hast cast off
, and put us to shame
; and goest not forth
with our armies
.
Thou makest us to turn back
from the enemy
: and they which hate
us spoil
for themselves.
Thou hast given us like sheep
appointed for meat
; and hast scattered
us among the heathen
.
Thou sellest thy people
for nought
, and dost not increase
thy wealth by their price
.
Thou makest us a reproach
to our neighbours
, a scorn
and a derision
to them that are round about
us.
Thou makest us a byword
among the heathen
, a shaking
of the head
among the people
.
My confusion is continually
before me, and the shame
of my face
hath covered
me,
For the voice of him that reproacheth
and blasphemeth
; by reason
of the enemy
and avenger
.
All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten
thee, neither have we dealt falsely
in thy covenant
.
Our heart is not turned
back
, neither have our steps
declined
from thy way
;
Though thou hast sore broken us in the place
of dragons
, and covered
us with the shadow of death
.
If we have forgotten the name
of our God
, or stretched out
our hands
to a strange
god
;
Shall not God search this out
? for he knoweth
the secrets
of the heart
.
Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day
long; we are counted
as sheep
for the slaughter
.
Awake, why sleepest
thou, O Lord
? arise
, cast us not off
for ever
.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face
, and forgettest
our affliction
and our oppression
?
For our soul is bowed down
to the dust
: our belly
cleaveth
unto the earth
.
Arise for our help
, and redeem
us for thy mercies
' sake.