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Psalms 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
our fathers in; * how thou hast destroyed the nations, and made
thy people to flourish.
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 nations, * and that
the peoples 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.
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