Psalms 74:3-12

³Lift up Thy steps to the perpetual desolations, Everything the enemy did wickedly in the sanctuary.

⁴Roared have thine adversaries, In the midst of Thy meeting-places, They have set their ensigns as ensigns.

⁵He is known as one bringing in on high Against a thicket of wood — axes.

⁶And now, its carvings together With axe and hatchet they break down,

⁷They have sent into fire Thy sanctuary, to the earth they polluted the tabernacle of Thy name,

⁸They said in their hearts, 'Let us oppress them together,' They did burn all the meeting-places of God in the land.

⁹Our ensigns we have not seen, There is no more a prophet, Nor with us is one knowing how long.

¹⁰Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?

¹¹Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it.

¹²And God is my king of old, Working salvation in the midst of the earth.