1 O God, with our ears we have heard; our fathers have recounted to us the deed you worked in their days, in days of long ago.
2 You, by your hand, dispossessed nations, and planted them; you brought harm on peoples, and let them spread out.
3 For it was not by their sword that they took the land, and their arm did not save them; but your right hand and your arm and the light of your face, for you favored them.
4 You are he, my King, O God; command the victories of Jacob.
5 By you we gore our adversaries; by your name we tread down those who rise against us.
6 For I will not rely on my bow, and my sword will not give me victory.
7 For you saved us from our adversaries, and those who hate us you put to shame.
8 In God we have boasted all the day, and your name we will thank forever. Selah.
9 But you have cast us off and disgraced us, and you do not march out with our armies.
10 You make us retreat before the adversary, and those who hate us plunder at will.
11 You hand us over like sheep for food, and among the nations you have scattered us.
12 You sell your people for no wealth and have not grown rich by their price.
13 You make us a disgrace to our neighbors, scorn and ridicule to those all around us.
14 You make us a proverb among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.
15 All day my humiliation is in front of me, and the shame of my face covers me,
16 because of the voice of the one who reproaches and blasphemes, because of the enemy and the one who takes revenge.
17 All this has come on us, though we have not forgotten you and have not dealt falsely with your covenant.
18 Our heart has not turned back, and our steps have not turned aside from your way,
19 yet you have crushed us in a place of jackals and covered us over with the shadow of death.
20 If we had forgotten the name of our God and stretched out our palms to a strange god,
21 would God not search this out? For he knows the hidden things of the heart.
22 But for your sake we are put to death all day; we are counted as sheep for slaughter.
23 Awake! Why are you sleeping, Lord? Wake up! Do not cast us off forever.
24 Why do you hide your face, forgetting our misery and our oppression?
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly cleaves to the earth.
26 Rise up, a help for us, and ransom us because of your steadfast love.