Tehillim 44 תהילים מ״ד

To the chief Musician for the sons of Qoraĥ, A Maskil.

We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us, what work Thou didst in their days, in the times of old:

how Thou didst drive out nations with Thy hand, and didst plant them; how Thou didst batter the peoples, and cast them out.

For they did not get the land in possession by their own sword, nor did their own arm save them: but Thy right hand, and Thy arm, and the light of Thy countenance, because Thou didst favourably accept them.

Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Ya῾aqov.

Through Thee will we push down our enemies: through Thy name will we tread those under who rise up against us.

For I trust not in my bow, nor shall my sword save me.

But Thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put to shame those who hated us.

In God we have gloried all the day long, and we praise Thy name for ever. (Sela.)

Yet, Thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and Thou goest not forth with our armies.

Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they who hate us take plunder for themselves.

Thou hast given us like sheep to be eaten: and hast scattered us among the nations.

Thou sellest Thy people for no great gain, and hast not put high their prices.

Thou dost make us a taunt to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to those round about us.

Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.

My confusion is before me all the day, and the shame of my face has covered me,

For the voice of him that taunts and blasphemes; by reason of the enemy and avenger.

All this is come upon us; yet we have not forgotten Thee, nor have we been false to Thy covenant.

Our heart is not turned back, nor have our steps declined from Thy way;

though Thou hast sore broken us in the place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.

If we had forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god;

would not God search this out? for he knows the secrets of the heart.

But for Thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are reckoned as sheep for the slaughter.

Awake, why sleepest Thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.

Why dost Thou hide Thy face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaves to the earth.

Arise for our help, and redeem us for the sake of Thy steadfast love.