Psalms Forty-Four | Psalms for the Soul

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 you didst in their days, in the times of old. How you didst drive out the heathen with your hand, and planted them; how you 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 favor 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 go not forth with our armies.

You make 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 sell thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price.

Thou make us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.
Thou make 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 reproach and blaspheme; 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 know 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 sleep thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.  Wherefore hide thou thy face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?  For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleave unto the earth.  Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies' sake.
 (KJV)