Psalms 74:1-7

¹“A Maskil of Assaph.” Why, O God, hast thou cast us off for ever? why will thy anger smoke against the flock of thy pasture?

²Remember thy congregation, which thou didst acquire of old; which thou didst redeem as the tribe of thy inheritance: this mount Zion, whereon thou hast dwelt.

³Lift up thy steps unto the perpetual heaps of ruins: the enemy hath ill-used every thing in the sanctuary.

⁴Thy adversaries have roared in the midst of thy places of assembly: they have set up their signs for signs.

⁵The enemy is known as one that lifteth up high axes against the thickets of a forest.

⁶And now they hew in pieces the carved work thereof altogether with hatchets and hammers.

⁷They have set on fire thy sanctuary; to the ground have they profaned the dwelling-place of thy name.