Psalm 74
Ut quid, Deus?
1
O God, why have you utterly cast us off? *
Why is your wrath so hot against the sheep of your pasture?
2
O think upon your congregation *
whom you have purchased and redeemed of old.
3
Think upon the tribe of your inheritance, *
and Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
4
Draw near and behold how all is made desolate *
and how the enemy has destroyed all that is in your sanctuary.
5
Your adversaries roar in the midst of your holy place *
and set up their banners as tokens of victory.
6
Like hewers of timber in a thicket of trees, *
so have they broken down all the carved work with axes and hammers.
7
They have set fire to your holy place *
and have defiled the dwelling place of your Name, even to the ground.
8
They said in their hearts, “Let us make havoc of them altogether.” *
Thus have they burnt up all the houses of God in the land.
9
We do not see any signs; there is not one prophet anymore; *
there is no one who knows how long these things shall continue.
10
O God, how long shall the adversary do this dishonor? *
How long shall the enemy blaspheme your Name, for ever?
11
Why do you withdraw your hand? *
Why do you not take your right hand out of your bosom to consume the enemy?
12
For God is my King of old; *
he is the one bringing help upon the earth.
13
You divided the sea through your power; *
you broke the heads of the dragons in the waters.
14
You smote the heads of Leviathan in pieces *
and gave him to be food for the people in the wilderness.
15
You brought fountains and waters out of the hard rocks, *
and you dried up mighty waters.
16
The day is yours, and the night is yours; *
you have prepared the light and the sun.
17
You have set all the borders of the earth; *
you have made summer and winter.
18
Remember this, O Lord, how the enemy scoffed, *
and how the foolish people have blasphemed your Name.
19
Deliver not the soul of your turtledove to the wild beasts, *
and forget not for ever the lives of your poor.
20
Look upon your covenant, *
for the dark places of the earth are full of violence.
21
Let not the oppressed go away ashamed, *
but let the poor and needy give praise to your Name.
22
Arise, O God, maintain your own cause; *
remember how the foolish one blasphemes you daily.
23
Forget not the voice of your enemies, *
nor the tumult of those who hate you, which increases ever more and more.