Psalm 44
PSALM 44. Deus, auribus.
We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us: what thou hast done in their time of old;
2 How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and planted them in: how thou hast destroyed the nations and cast them out.
3 For they gat not the land in possession through their own sword: neither was it their own arm that helped them;
4 But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou hadst a favour unto them.
5 Thou art my King, O God: send help unto Jacob.
6 Through thee will we overthrow our enemies: and in thy Name will we tread them under, that rise up against us.
7 For I will not trust in my bow: it is not my sword that shall help me;
8 But it is thou that savest us from our enemies: and puttest them to confusion that hate us.
9 We make our boast of God all day long: and will praise thy Name for ever.
10 But now thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion: and goest not forth with our armies.
11 Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies: so that they which hate us spoil our goods.
12 Thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep: and hast scattered us among the heathen.
13 Thou sellest thy people for nought: and takest no money for them.
14 Thou makest us to be rebuked of our neighbours: to be laughed to scorn, and had in derision of them that are round about us.
15 Thou makest us to be a by-word among the heathen: and that the people shake their heads at us.
16 My confusion is daily before me: and the shame of my face hath covered me;
17 For the voice of the slanderer and blasphemer: for the enemy and avenger.
18 And though all this be come upon us, yet do we not forget thee: nor behave ourselves frowardly in thy covenant.
19 Our heart is not turned back: neither our steps gone out of thy way;
20 No, not when thou hast smitten us into the place of dragons: and covered us with the shadow of death.
21 If we have forgotten the Name of our God, and holden up our hands to any strange god: shall not God search it out? for he knoweth the very secrets of the heart.
22 For thy sake also are we killed all the day long: and are counted as sheep appointed to be slain.
23 Up, Lord, why sleepest thou: awake, and be not absent from us for ever.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face: and forgettest our misery and trouble?
25 For our soul is brought low, even unto the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the ground.
26 Arise, and help us: and deliver us for thy mercy's sake.