We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us what thou hast done in their time of old, how thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and planted them in;
how thou hast destroyed the nations, and cast them out
For they got not the land in possession through their own sword, neither was it their own arm that helped them, but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them
Thou art my King, O God;
send help unto Jacob
Through thee will we overthrow our enemies, and in thy Name will we tread them under that rise up against us
For I will not trust in my bow;
it is not my sword that shall help me
But it is thou that savest us from our enemies, and puttest them to confusion that hate us
We make our boast of God all day long, and will praise thy Name for ever
But now thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion, and goest not forth with our armies
Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies, so that they which hate us spoil our goods
Thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep, and hast scattered us among the heathen
Thou sellest thy people for nought, and takest no money for them
Thou makest us to be rebuked of our neighbours, to be laughed to scorn, and had in derision of them that are round about us
Thou makest us to be a byword among the heathen, and that the people shake their heads at us
My confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me, for the voice of the slanderer and blasphemer, for the enemy and avenger
And though all this be come upon us, yet do we not forget thee, nor behave ourselves frowardly in thy covenant
Our heart is not turned back, neither our steps gone out of thy way, no, not when thou hast smitten us into the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death
If we have forgotten the Name of our God, and holden up our hands to any strange god, shall not God search it out? for he knoweth the very secrets of the heart
For thy sake also are we killed all the day long, and are counted as sheep appointed to be slain
Up, Lord, why sleepest thou? Awake, and be not absent from us for ever
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our misery and trouble? For our soul is brought low, even unto the dust;
our belly cleaveth unto the ground
Arise, and help us, and deliver us, for thy mercys sake