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From the Choirmaster’s collection of Korahite songs. An ode.
44 O God, we have heard with our ears,
our fathers have told use the tale,
of thy doings in ancient years,
2 how thou didst plant them, evicting the pagans,
how thou didst shatter the nations and scatter them.
3 For the land was not won by the sword of our fathers,
nor the victory won by their arm;
thine was the hand and the arm,
thine was the favour that smiled on them;
4 my King, my God, it was thou
by whose command Jacob was conqueror.
5 By thee we can thrust down our foe,
by thee we can crush our attackers;
6 for I rely not on my bow,
’tis not my sword that wins the battle;
7 from thee the victory comes to us,
the humbling to our haters;
8 all day it is of God we boast,
unceasingly we praise thee.
9 And yet thou hast discarded us in disgrace,
thou wilt not march with our armies,
10 thou makest us fly from the foe,
till our haters plunder us at pleasure;
11 thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep,
thou scatterest us among the pagans,
12 selling thy people cheap,
for a poor price—no profit to thyself!
13 Thou makest us the butt of our neighbours,
a scorn and derision to all around,
14 a byword among pagans,
jeered at by the nations;
15 all day long the disgrace is before me,
the shame of it overclouds me,
16 at the sound of the taunters and scoffers,
at the sight of the vengeful foe.
17 All this has come upon us,
yet we never have forgotten thee,
never were false to thy bond;
18 our heart has never flinched,
our steps have never swerved from thine own road,
19 that thou should’st so crush us,
and plunge us into deathly gloom,
where jackals howl.
20 If we had forgotten the name of our God,
or appealed to a foreign god,
21 would not God have found it out?
He knows the very secrets of the heart.
22 But no, ’tis for thy sake we are killed all day,
counted no better than sheep to be slaughtered.
23 Bestir thyself, Eternal One! Why sleep?
Awaken! ah, discard us not for ever!
24 Why art thou hiding thy face,
forgetting our woe and distress?
25 For our soul is bowed to the dust,
our body lies low on the ground.
26 Come to the rescue!
For thy love’s sake, oh save us.
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