1
the
chief
Musician
for
the
sons
of
Korah,
Maschil.
We
have
heard
with
our
ears,
O
God,
our
fathers
have
told
us,
[what]
work
thou
didst
in
their
days,
in
the
times
of
old.
2
[How]
thou
didst
drive
out
the
heathen
with
thy
hand,
and
plantedst
them;
[how]
thou
didst
afflict
the
people,
and
cast
them
out.
3
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
favour
unto
them.
4
Thou
art
my
King,
O
God:
command
deliverances
for
Jacob.
5
Through
thee
will
we
push
down
our
enemies:
through
thy
name
will
we
tread
them
under
that
rise
up
against
6
For
I
will
not
trust
in
my
bow,
neither
shall
my
sword
save
7
But
thou
hast
saved
us
from
our
enemies,
and
hast
put
them
to
shame
that
hated
8
In
God
we
boast
all
the
day
long,
and
praise
thy
name
for
ever.
Selah.
9
But
thou
hast
cast
off,
and
put
us
to
shame;
and
goest
not
forth
with
our
armies.
10
Thou
makest
us
to
turn
back
from
the
enemy:
and
they
which
hate
us
spoil
for
themselves.
11
Thou
hast
given
us
like
sheep
[appointed]
for
meat;
and
hast
scattered
us
among
the
heathen.
12
Thou
sellest
thy
people
for
nought,
and
dost
not
increase
[thy
wealth]
by
their
price.
13
Thou
makest
us
a
reproach
to
our
neighbours,
a
scorn
and
a
derision
to
them
that
are
round
about
14
Thou
makest
us
a
byword
among
the
heathen,
a
shaking
of
the
head
among
the
people.
15
My
confusion
[is]
continually
before
me,
and
the
shame
of
my
face
hath
covered
16
For
the
voice
of
him
that
reproacheth
and
blasphemeth;
by
reason
of
the
enemy
and
avenger.
17
All
this
is
come
upon
us;
yet
have
we
not
forgotten
thee,
neither
have
we
dealt
falsely
in
thy
covenant.
18
Our
heart
is
not
turned
back,
neither
have
our
steps
declined
from
thy
way;
19
Though
thou
hast
sore
broken
us
in
the
place
of
dragons,
and
covered
us
with
the
shadow
of
death.
20
If
we
have
forgotten
the
name
of
our
God,
or
stretched
out
our
hands
to
a
strange
god;
21
Shall
not
God
search
this
out?
for
he
knoweth
the
secrets
of
the
heart.
22
Yea,
for
thy
sake
are
we
killed
all
the
day
long;
we
are
counted
as
sheep
for
the
slaughter.
23
Awake,
why
sleepest
thou,
O
Lord?
arise,
cast
[us]
not
off
for
ever.
24
Wherefore
hidest
thou
thy
face,
[and]
forgettest
our
affliction
and
our
oppression?
25
For
our
soul
is
bowed
down
to
the
dust:
our
belly
cleaveth
unto
the
earth.
26
Arise
for
our
help,
and
redeem
us
for
thy
mercies’
sake.