Psalm 44

1 We have heard with our ears, O God, our forebears have told us:
    what things you did in their time, in the days of old;
2 How by your own hand you drove out the nations, and planted us in:
    how you crushed the peoples, but caused us to root and grow.
3 For it was not by their swords that our fathers took possession of the land:
    nor did their own arm get them the victory,
4 But your right hand, your arm, and the light of your countenance:
    because you delighted in them.
5 You are my king and my God:
    who ordained victory for Jacob.
6 By your power we struck our enemies through:
    in your name we trod down those that rose against us.
7 For I did not trust in my bow:
    nor could my sword save me;
8 But it was you that delivered us from our enemies:
    and put our adversaries to confusion.
9 In God we made our boast all the day long:
    we gave thanks to your name without ceasing.
10 But now you have cast us off and brought us to shame:
    you go not out with our armies.
11 You have caused us to show our backs to the enemy:
    so that our foes plunder us at will.
12 You have given us like sheep to be butchered:
    you have scattered us among the nations.
13 You have sold your people for nothing:
    and made a profitless bargain.
14 You have made us a laughing-stock to our neighbours:
    mocked and held in derision by those about us.
15 You have made us a byword among the nations:
    so that the peoples toss their heads in scorn.
16 My disgrace is before me all the day:
    and shame has covered my face,
17 At the voice of the slanderer and reviler:
    at the sight of the enemy and avenger.
18 All this has come upon us, though we have not forgotten you:
    we have not betrayed your covenant.
19 Our hearts have not turned back:
    nor have our steps strayed from your paths.
20 And yet you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals:
    and covered us with the shadow of death.
21 If we had forgotten the name of our God:
    or stretched out our hands in prayer to some strange god,
22 Would not God search it out?:
    for he knows the very secrets of the heart.
23 But for your sake are we killed all the day long:
    we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.
24 Rouse yourself, O Lord, why do you sleep?:
    awake, do not cast us off for ever.
25 Why do you hide your face:
    and forget our misery and our affliction?
26 Our souls are bowed to the dust:
    our bellies cleave to the ground.
27 Arise, O Lord, to help us:
    and redeem us for your mercy's sake.