Salmo 44

¹ O God, with our ears have we heard, our fathers have told us, the work thou wroughtest in their days, in the days of old: ² Thou, by thy hand, didst dispossess the nations, but them thou didst plant; thou didst afflict the peoples, but them didst thou cause to spread out. ³ For not by their own sword did they take possession of the land, neither did their own arm save them; but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst delight in them. ⁴ Thou thyself art my king, O God: command deliverance for Jacob. ⁵ Through thee will we push down our adversaries; through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us. ⁶ For I will not put confidence in my bow, neither shall my sword save me. ⁷ For thou hast saved us from our adversaries, and hast put them to shame that hate us. ⁸ In God will we boast all the day, and we will praise thy name for ever. Selah.

⁹ But thou hast cast off, and put us to confusion, and dost not go forth with our armies; ¹⁰ Thou hast made us to turn back from the adversary, and they that hate us spoil for themselves; ¹¹ Thou hast given us over like sheep appointed for meat, and hast scattered us among the nations; ¹² Thou hast sold thy people for nought, and hast not increased thy wealth by their price; ¹³ Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a mockery and a derision for them that are round about us; ¹⁴ Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples. ¹⁵ All the day my confusion is before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me, ¹⁶ Because of the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and the avenger.

¹⁷ All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely against thy covenant: ¹⁸ Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy path; ¹⁹ Though thou hast crushed us in the place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death. ²⁰ If we had forgotten the name of our God, and stretched out our hands to a strange *god, ²¹ Would not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart. ²² But for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are reckoned as sheep for slaughter. ²³ Awake, why sleepest thou, Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever. ²⁴ Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression? ²⁵ For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly cleaveth unto the earth. ²⁶ Rise up for our help, and redeem us for thy loving-kindness' sake.