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The Book of Psalms
CHAPTER 44. We have heard with our ears, O God: our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the days of old.
2 How thou didst drive out the nations with thy hand, but plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, but made them flourish.
3 For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but by thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou didst favour them.
4 Thou art my King and my God: thou who commandest victories for Jacob.
5 Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
6 For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.
7 But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.
8 In God we boast all the day long, and give thanks unto thy name for ever. Selah.
9 But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.
10 Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us take spoil for themselves.
11 Thou hast given us like sheep to be devoured; and hast scattered us among the nations.
12 Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price.
13 Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.
14 Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the people.
15 My dishonour is before me all the day long, and my face is covered with shame,
16 Because of the voice of him that reproacheth and revileth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.
17 All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely with thy covenant.
18 Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way;
19 Though thou hast broken us in the place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.
20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god;
21 Shall not God discover this? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
22 Yet for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.
23 Awake, why sleepest thou, O 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 body cleaveth unto the earth.
26 Arise, be our help, and redeem us for the sake of thy lovingkindness.
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