To the choirmaster. A Maskila of the Sons of Korah.
1 O God, we have heard with our ears,
our fathers have told us,
what deeds you performed in their days,
in the days of old:
but them you planted;
you afflicted the peoples,
but them you set free;
nor did their own arm save them,
but your right hand and your arm,
and the light of your face,
for you delighted in them.
ordain salvation for Jacob!
through your name we tread down those who rise up against us.
nor can my sword save me.
and have put to shame those who hate us.
and we will give thanks to your name forever. Selah
and have not gone out with our armies.
and those who hate us have gotten spoil.
and have scattered us among the nations.
demanding no high price for them.
the derision and scorn of those around us.
a laughingstockb among the peoples.
and shame has covered my face
at the sight of the enemy and the avenger.
though we have not forgotten you,
and we have not been false to your covenant.
nor have our steps departed from your way;
and covered us with the shadow of death.
or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
For he knows the secrets of the heart.
we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.
Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever!
Why do you forget our affliction and oppression?
our belly clings to the ground.
Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love!