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