1(44) For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core. O God, we have heard with our ears, our fathers have told us, the work which you wrought in their days, in the days of old.
2Your hand utterly destroyed the heathen, and you did plant them: you did afflict the nations, and cast them out.
3For they inherited not the land by their own sword, and their own arm did not deliver them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your countenance, because you were well pleased in them.
4You are indeed my King and my God, who command deliverances for Jacob.
5In you will we push down our enemies, and in your name will we bring to nothing them that rise up against us.