Psalms 44

VIN(i) 1 [To the Chief Musician for the Sons of Korah, a maschil.] We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work you did in their days, in the times of old. 2 You with your hand drove out the nations, but them you planted. You harmed the peoples, but them you let spread out. 3 For not with their sword did they possess the land, and their arm did not give them victory. Rather it was your right hand and your arm and the light of your presence, because you delighted in them. 4 You are my King, my God, who commands victories for Jacob. 5 Through you we push down our tribulators; through your name we trample them who rise against us. 6 For I do not trust my bow, and my sword cannot give me victory. 7 You saved us from our adversaries. You put to shame those who hate us. 8 In God will we boast all the day, and we will praise thy name for ever. Selah. 9 Yet you have rejected and disgraced us. You do not even go along with our armies. 10 You make us retreat from the enemy. Those who hate us rob us at will. 11 You give us over to be butchered like sheep and scatter us among the nations. 12 You sell your people for nothing, and have gained nothing from their sale. 13 Thou hast made us a reproach to our neighbours; a scoff and derision to those around us. 14 You made our defeat a proverb among the nations so that people shake their heads at us. 15 My shame is always before me, and the shame of my face has covered me: 16 at the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, because of the enemy and the avenger. 17 All this has befallen us, though we have not forgotten you, and we have not been false to your covenant. 18 Our hearts have not turned away; our steps have not swerved from your path. 19 Nevertheless, you crushed us in the lair of jackals, and covered us in deep darkness. 20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god, 21 would not God discover this, for he knows the secrets of the heart? 22 Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter. 23 Wake up. Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise. Do not reject us forever. 24 Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression? 25 We are bowing in the dust. Our bodies cling to the ground. 26 Rise up, O lord, help us and ransom us because of your name!