Psalms 44:1-17

¹To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil. We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

²How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and didst plant them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

³For they obtained not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favor to them.

⁴Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

⁵Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name we will tread them under that rise up against us.

⁶For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.

⁷But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.

⁸In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.

⁹But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.

¹⁰Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they who hate us plunder for themselves.

¹¹Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for food; and hast scattered us among the heathen.

¹²Thou sellest thy people for naught, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price.

¹³Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and a derision to them that are around us.

¹⁴Thou makest us a by-word among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people.

¹⁵My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,

¹⁶For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.

¹⁷All this is come upon us; yet we have not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.