To the Chief Musician. A Contemplation[a] of the sons of Korah.
1 We have heard with our ears, O God,
Our fathers have told us,
The deeds You did in their days,
In days of old:
But them You planted;
You afflicted the peoples, and cast them out.
Nor did their own arm save them;
But it was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your countenance,
Because You favored them.
[d]Command victories for Jacob.
Through Your name we will trample those who rise up against us.
Nor shall my sword save me.
And have put to shame those who hated us.
And praise Your name forever. Selah
And You do not go out with our armies.
And those who hate us have taken [e]spoil for themselves.
And have scattered us among the nations.
And are not enriched by selling them.
A scorn and a derision to those all around us.
A shaking of the head among the peoples.
And the shame of my face has covered me,
Because of the enemy and the avenger.
But we have not forgotten You,
Nor have we dealt falsely with Your covenant.
Nor have our steps departed from Your way;
And covered us with the shadow of death.
Or stretched[f] out our hands to a foreign god,
For He knows the secrets of the heart.
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Arise! Do not cast us off forever.
And forget our affliction and our oppression?
Our body clings to the ground.
And redeem us for Your mercies’ sake.