The Holy Bible, King James Version Revised

The Book of Psalms


O God, why hast thou cast us off for ever? why doth thine anger smoke against the sheep of thy pasture?
    2 Remember thy congregation, which thou hast purchased of old; the tribe of thine inheritance, which thou hast redeemed; and mount Zion, wherein thou hast dwelt.
    3 Turn thy feet unto the perpetual desolations; even all that the enemy hath destroyed in the sanctuary.
    4 Thine enemies roared in the midst of thy holy place; they set up their ensigns for signs.
    5 They did as men which lift up axes upon a forest of trees.
    6 And they break down the carved work thereof with axes and hammers.
    7 They have burned thy sanctuary to the ground; they have defiled the dwelling place of thy name .
    8 They said in their hearts, Let us crush them altogether: they have burned up all the meeting places of God in the land.
    9 We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.
    10 O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy revile thy name for ever?
    11 Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom and destroy them.
    12 But God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth.
    13 Thou didst divide the sea by thy strength: thou brakest the heads of the dragons in the waters.
    14 Thou didst crush the heads of leviathan in pieces, and gavest him to be meat to the creatures of the wilderness.
    15 Thou didst cleave open the fountain and the flood: thou driedst up the ever flowing rivers.
    16 The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun.
    17 Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter.
    18 Remember this, that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD, and that a foolish people have reviled thy name.
    19 O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the wild beast: forget not the life of thy poor for ever.
    20 Have regard for thy covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty.
    21 O let not the oppressed return ashamed: let the poor and needy praise thy name.
    22 Arise, O God, plead thine own cause: remember how the foolish man reproacheth thee all the day long.
    23 Forget not the voice of thine enemies: the tumult of those that rise up against thee ascendeth continually.


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