A maskila of Asaph.
1 My people, hear my teaching;
listen to the words of my mouth.
I will utter hidden things, things from of old —
things our ancestors have told us.
we will tell the next generation
the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord,
his power, and the wonders he has done.
and established the law in Israel,
which he commanded our ancestors
to teach their children,
even the children yet to be born,
and they in turn would tell their children.
and would not forget his deeds
but would keep his commands.
a stubborn and rebellious generation,
whose hearts were not loyal to God,
whose spirits were not faithful to him.
turned back on the day of battle;
and refused to live by his law.
the wonders he had shown them.
in the land of Egypt, in the region of Zoan.
he made the water stand up like a wall.
and with light from the fire all night.
and gave them water as abundant as the seas;
and made water flow down like rivers.
rebelling in the wilderness against the Most High.
by demanding the food they craved.
they said, “Can God really
spread a table in the wilderness?
and water gushed out,
streams flowed abundantly,
but can he also give us bread?
Can he supply meat for his people?”
his fire broke out against Jacob,
and his wrath rose against Israel,
or trust in his deliverance.
and opened the doors of the heavens;
he gave them the grain of heaven.
he sent them all the food they could eat.
and by his power made the south wind blow.
birds like sand on the seashore.
all around their tents.
he had given them what they craved.
even while the food was still in their mouths,
he put to death the sturdiest among them,
cutting down the young men of Israel.
in spite of his wonders, they did not believe.
and their years in terror.
they eagerly turned to him again.
that God Most High was their Redeemer.
lying to him with their tongues;
they were not faithful to his covenant.
he forgave their iniquities
and did not destroy them.
Time after time he restrained his anger
and did not stir up his full wrath.
a passing breeze that does not return.
and grieved him in the wasteland!
they vexed the Holy One of Israel.
the day he redeemed them from the oppressor,
his wonders in the region of Zoan.
they could not drink from their streams.
and frogs that devastated them.
their produce to the locust.
and their sycamore-figs with sleet.
their livestock to bolts of lightning.
his wrath, indignation and hostility —
a band of destroying angels.
he did not spare them from death
but gave them over to the plague.
the firstfruits of manhood in the tents of Ham.
he led them like sheep through the wilderness.
but the sea engulfed their enemies.
to the hill country his right hand had taken.
and allotted their lands to them as an inheritance;
he settled the tribes of Israel in their homes.
and rebelled against the Most High;
they did not keep his statutes.
as unreliable as a faulty bow.
they aroused his jealousy with their idols.
he rejected Israel completely.
the tent he had set up among humans.
his splendor into the hands of the enemy.
he was furious with his inheritance.
and their young women had no wedding songs;
and their widows could not weep.
as a warrior wakes from the stupor of wine.
he put them to everlasting shame.
he did not choose the tribe of Ephraim;
Mount Zion, which he loved.
like the earth that he established forever.
and took him from the sheep pens;
to be the shepherd of his people Jacob,
of Israel his inheritance.
with skillful hands he led them.