Psalms 78:62-71

⁶²And delivereth up to the sword His people, And with His inheritance shewed Himself angry.

⁶³His young men hath fire consumed, And His virgins have not been praised.

⁶⁴His priests by the sword have fallen, And their widows weep not.

⁶⁵And the Lord waketh as a sleeper, As a mighty one crying aloud from wine.

⁶⁶And He smiteth His adversaries backward, A reproach age-during He hath put on them,

⁶⁷And He kicketh against the tent of Joseph, And on the tribe of Ephraim hath not fixed.

⁶⁸And He chooseth the tribe of Judah, With mount Zion that He loved,

⁶⁹And buildeth His sanctuary as a high place, Like the earth, He founded it to the age.

⁷⁰And He fixeth on David His servant, And taketh him from the folds of a flock,

⁷¹From behind suckling ones He hath brought him in, To rule over Jacob His people, And over Israel His inheritance.