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To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil.
1 We with our ears have heard, O God, our fathers have us told, what works thou diddest in their days, in former days of old. 2 How thy hand drave the heathen out, and them thou planted hast; how thou the people didst afflict, and thou didst them out cast.
3 For they got not by their own sword the land’s possession, neither yet was it their own arm wrought their salvation: but thy right hand, thine arm also, thy countenance’s light, because that of thine own good will thou didst in them delight.
4 Thou art my King, O mighty God, thou dost the same endure: do thou for Jacob by command deliv’rances procure. 5 Through thee as with a horn we will push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them down that up against us rise.
6 Because that I will in no wise any affiance have upon my bow, neither is it my sword that shall me save. 7 But from our en’mies us thou sav’d, and put our foes to shame. 8 In God we boast all the day long, and for aye praise thy name. Selah.
9 But thou hast cast us off away, thou makest us also to be asham’d; neither dost thou forth with our armies go. 10 Us from before the enemy thou makest back recoil: likewise they which our haters be for themselves us do spoil.
11 Thou hast given us like to sheep to slaughter that belong; also thou hast us scattered the heathen folk among. 12 Thou dost thy people set to sell whereby no wealth doth rise, neither dost thou obtain increase of riches by their price.
13 Unto our neighbours a reproach thou doest us expose, a scorn we are and mocking stock to them that us enclose. 14 Among the heathen people thou a byword dost us make, also among the nations at us their heads they shake.
15 Before me my confusion it is continually, and of my countenance the shame hath over cover’d me. 16 Because of his voice that doth scorn, and scoffingly despite; by reason of the enemy, and self revenging wight.
17 All this is come on us; we yet have not forgotten thee, neither against thy covenant have we dealt faithlessly. 18 Our heart is not turn’d back, nor have our steps from thy way stray’d; 19 Though us thou brake in dragons’ place, and hid us in death’s shade.
20 Had we forgot God’s name, or stretch’d to a strange god our hands; 21 Shall not God search this out? for he heart’s secrets understands. 22 Yea, for thee all day we are kill’d; counted as sheep to slay. 23 Awake, why sleep’st thou, Lord? arise, cast us not off for aye.
24 Thy countenance away from us O wherefore dost thou hide, of our grief and oppression forgetful dost abide? 25 For our soul is bow’d down to dust: to earth cleaves our belly. 26 Rise for our help, and us redeem because of thy mercy.