¶ To the Chanter, an instruction of the sons of KorahWe have heard with our ears, (O God) our fathers have told us, what thou hast done in their time of old. How thou hast driven out the Heathen with thy hand, and planted them in: how thou hast destroyed the nations and cast them out. For they gat not the land in possession thorow their own sword, neither was it their own arm that helped them. But thy right hand, thine arm and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them. Thou art the King and my God, thou sendest help unto Iacob. Thorow thee, will we overthrow our enemies: and in thy name will we tread them under, that rise up against us. For I will not trust in my bow, it is not my sword that shall help me. But it is thou that savest us from our enemies, and puttest them to confusion that hate us. We will alway make our boast of God, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.
¶ But now thou forsakest us, and puttest us to confusion, and goest not forth with our Hosts. Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies, so that they which hate us, spoil our goods. Thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep, and scatterest us among the Heathen. Thou sellest thy people for naught, and takest no money for them. Thou makest us to be rebuked of our neighbours, to be laughed to scorn and had in derision, of them that are round about us. Thou hast made us a very byword among the Heathen, and that the people shake their heads at us. My confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face covereth me. For the voice of the slanderer and blasphemer, for the enemy and avenger.
¶ All this is come upon us, and yet have we not forgotten thee, nor behaved our selves unfaithfully in thy covenant. Our heart is not turned back, neither our steps gone out of thy way. For thou hast smitten us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death. If we had forgotten the name of our God, and hold up our hands to any strange God. Should not God find it out? for he knoweth the very secrets of the heart. But for thy sake we are killed all the day long, and are counted as sheep appointed to be slain. Up Lord, why sleepest thou; Awake, and cast us not off for ever. Wherefore hidest thou thy face? wilt thou clean forget our misery and oppression? For our soul is brought low even unto the dust, and our belly cleaveth unto the ground. Arise O Lord, help us, and deliver us for thy mercy sake.