Psalms 44

Former deliverances and present troubles.

Thou didst drive out the nations with thy hand;

For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword,

Thou art my King, O God:

Through thee will we push down our adversaries:

For I will not trust in my bow,

But thou hast saved us from our adversaries,

In God have we made our boast all the day long,

But now thou hast cast us off, and brought us to dishonor,

Thou makest us to turn back from the adversary;

Thou hast made us like sheep appointed for food,

Thou sellest thy people for nought,

Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbors,

Thou makest us a byword among the nations,

All the day long is my dishonor before me,

For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth,

All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee,

Our heart is not turned back,

That thou hast sore broken us in the place of jackals,

If we have forgotten the name of our God,

Will not God search this out?

Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long;

Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord?

Wherefore hidest thou thy face,

For our soul is bowed down to the dust:

Rise up for our help,