Psalm 44: Deus, auribus

We have heard with our ears, O God,

our forefathers have told us, *

the deeds you did in their days,

in the days of old.

How with your hand you drove the peoples out

and planted our forefathers in the land; *

how you destroyed nations and made your people flourish.

For they did not take the land by their sword,

nor did their arm win the victory for them; *

but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your countenance,

because you favored them.

You are my King and my God; *

you command victories for Jacob.

Through you we pushed back our adversaries; *

through your Name we trampled on those who rose up against us.

For I do not rely on my bow, *

and my sword does not give me the victory.

Surely, you gave us victory over our adversaries *

and put those who hate us to shame.

Every day we gloried in God, *

and we will praise your Name for ever.

Nevertheless, you have rejected and humbled us *

and do not go forth with our armies.

You have made us fall back before our adversary, *

and our enemies have plundered us.

You have made us like sheep to be eaten *

and have scattered us among the nations.

You are selling your people for a trifle *

and are making no profit on the sale of them.

You have made us the scorn of our neighbors, *

a mockery and derision to those around us.

You have made us a byword among the nations, *

a laughing-stock among the peoples.

My humiliation is daily before me, *

and shame has covered my face;

Because of the taunts of the mockers and blasphemers, *

because of the enemy and avenger.

All this has come upon us; *

yet we have not forgotten you,

nor have we betrayed your covenant.

Our heart never turned back, *

nor did our footsteps stray from your path;

Though you thrust us down into a place of misery, *

and covered us over with deep darkness.

If we have forgotten the Name of our God, *

or stretched out our hands to some strange god,

Will not God find it out? *

for he knows the secrets of the heart.

Indeed, for your sake we are killed all the day long; *

we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Awake, O Lord! why are you sleeping? *

Arise! do not reject us for ever.

Why have you hidden your face *

and forgotten our affliction and oppression?

We sink down into the dust; *

our body cleaves to the ground.

Rise up, and help us, *

and save us, for the sake of your steadfast love.