To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil. 8,6,8,6 ^1O God, we with our ears have heard, our fathers have us told, What works thou in their days hadst done, ev'n in the days of old. ^2Thy hand did drive the heathen out, and plant them in their place; Thou didst afflict the nations, but them thou didst increase. ^3For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave. ^4Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord, deliv'rances command. ^5Through thee we shall push down our foes, that do against us stand: We, through thy name, shall tread down those that ris'n against us have. ^6For in my bow I shall not trust, nor shall my sword me save. ^7But from our foes thou hast us sav'd, our haters put to shame. ^8In God we all the day do boast, and ever praise thy name. ^9But now we are cast off by thee, and us thou putt'st to shame; And when our armies do go forth, thou go'st not with the same. ^10Thou mak'st us from the enemy, faint-hearted, to turn back; And they who hate us for themselves our spoils away do take. ^11Like sheep for meat thou gavest us; 'mong heathen cast we be. ^12Thou didst for nought thy people sell; their price enrich'd not thee. ^13Thou mak'st us a reproach to be unto our neighbours near; Derision and a scorn to them that round about us are. ^14A by-word also thou dost us among the heathen make; The people, in contempt and spite, at us their heads do shake. ^15Before me my confusion continually abides; And of my bashful countenance the shame me ever hides: ^16For voice of him that doth reproach, and speaketh blasphemy; By reason of th' avenging foe, and cruel enemy. ^17All this is come on us, yet we have not forgotten thee; Nor falsely in thy covenant behav'd ourselves have we. ^18Back from thy way our heart not turn'd; our steps no straying made; ^19Though us thou brak'st in dragons' place, and cover'dst with death's shade. ^20If we God's name forgot, or stretch'd to a strange god our hands, ^21Shall not God search this out? for he heart's secrets understands. ^22Yea, for thy sake we're kill'd all day, counted as slaughter-sheep. ^23Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off; awake, why dost thou sleep? ^24O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd, ^25And our oppression? For our soul is to the dust down press'd: Our belly also on the earth fast cleaving, hold doth take. ^26Rise for our help, and us redeem, ev'n for thy mercies' sake. |