We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us *
what thou hast done in their time of old;
How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and planted them in *
how thou hast destroyed the nations and cast them out.
For they gat not the land in possession through their own sword *
neither was it their own arm that helped them;
But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance *
because thou hadst a favour unto them.
Thou art my King, O God *
send help unto Jacob.
Through thee will we overthrow our enemies *
and in thy Name will we tread them under, that rise up against us.
For I will not trust in my bow *
it is not my sword that shall help me;
But it is thou that savest us from our enemies *
and puttest them to confusion that hate us.
We make our boast of God all day long *
and will praise thy Name for ever.
But now thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion *
and goest not forth with our armies.
Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies *
so that they which hate us spoil our goods.
Thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep *
and hast scattered us among the heathen.
Thou sellest thy people for nought *
and takest no money for them.
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.
Thou makest us to be a by-word among the heathen *
and that the people shake their heads at us.
My confusion is daily before me *
and the shame of my face hath covered me;
For the voice of the slanderer and blasphemer *
for the enemy and avenger.
And though all this be come upon us, yet do we not forget thee *
nor behave ourselves frowardly in thy covenant.
Our heart is not turned back *
neither our steps gone out of thy way;
No, not when thou hast smitten us into the place of dragons *
and covered us with the shadow of death.
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.
For thy sake also are we killed all the day long *
and are counted as sheep appointed to be slain.
Up, Lord, why sleepest thou *
awake, and be not absent from us for ever.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face *
and forgettest our misery and trouble?
For our soul is brought low, even unto the dust *
our belly cleaveth unto the ground.
Arise, and help us *
and deliver us for thy mercy’s sake.