For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm.
1We have heard with our ears, God;
our fathers have told us what work you did in their days,
in the days of old.
2You drove out the nations with your hand,
but you planted them.
You afflicted the peoples,
but you spread them abroad.
3For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword,
neither did their own arm save them;
but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face,
because you were favourable to them.
4God, you are my King.
Command victories for Jacob!
5Through you, we will push down our adversaries.
Through your name, we will tread down those who rise up against us.
6For I will not trust in my bow,
neither will my sword save me.
7But you have saved us from our adversaries,
and have shamed those who hate us.
8In God we have made our boast all day long.
We will give thanks to your name forever. Selah.
9But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonour,
and don’t go out with our armies.
10You make us turn back from the adversary.
Those who hate us take plunder for themselves.
11You have made us like sheep for food,
and have scattered us amongst the nations.
12You sell your people for nothing,
and have gained nothing from their sale.
13You make us a reproach to our neighbours,
a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us.
14You make us a byword amongst the nations,
a shaking of the head amongst the peoples.
15All day long my dishonour is before me,
and shame covers my face,
16at the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses,
because of the enemy and the avenger.
17All this has come on us,
yet we haven’t forgotten you.
We haven’t been false to your covenant.
18Our heart has not turned back,
neither have our steps strayed from your path,
19though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals,
and covered us with the shadow of death.
20If we have forgotten the name of our God,
or spread out our hands to a strange god,
21won’t God search this out?
For he knows the secrets of the heart.
22Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long.
We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.
Why do you sleep, Lord?#44:23 The word translated “Lord” is “Adonai.”
Don’t reject us forever.
24Why do you hide your face,
and forget our affliction and our oppression?
25For our soul is bowed down to the dust.
Our body clings to the earth.
26Rise up to help us.
Redeem us for your loving kindness’ sake.