PsaumesChapitre 44

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For the choirmaster. Of the sons of Korah. A maskil.
O God, we have heard with our own ears; our fathers have told us what you did in their days, in the days of old.
With your own hand you drove out the nations and planted our fathers in their place; you brought the peoples low and let our fathers spread abroad.
It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their own arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you delighted in them.
You are my King, O God; command victories for Jacob.
Through you we drive back our foes; through your name we trample those who rise against us.
For I do not trust in my bow, and my sword does not save me.
But you have saved us from our foes and put those who hate us to shame.
In God we boast all day long, and we will praise your name forever. Selah
Yet you have rejected us and disgraced us; you no longer go out with our armies.
You make us retreat before the enemy, and those who hate us plunder us at will.
You hand us over like sheep to be eaten and scatter us among the nations.
You sell your people for nothing, and gain no profit from the price.
You make us the scorn of our neighbors, the mockery and derision of those around us.
You make us a byword among the nations, a people at whom others shake their heads.
All day long my disgrace is before me, and shame covers my face
at the voice of the taunter and the reviler, before the enemy and the avenger.
All this has come upon us, though we have not forgotten you or been false to your covenant.
Our heart has not turned back, nor have our steps strayed from your path,
yet you crushed us in the haunt of jackals and covered us with deep darkness.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
would not God have discovered it? For he knows the secrets of the heart.
Yet for your sake we are killed all day long; we are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.
Awake, Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever.
Why do you hide your face and forget our affliction and oppression?
For our soul is sunk down to the dust; our body clings to the ground.
Rise up and help us; redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.