74 O
God, why hast thou cast us off for ever? why doth thine anger smoke against
the sheep of thy pasture? 2 Remember
thy congregation, which thou hast purchased of old; the rod of thine inheritance,
which thou hast redeemed; this mount Zion, wherein thou hast dwelt. 3 Lift
up thy feet unto the perpetual desolations; even all that the enemy hath
done wickedly in the sanctuary. 4 Thine
enemies roar in the midst of thy congregations; they set up their ensigns
for signs. 5 A
man was famous according as he had lifted up axes upon the thick trees. 6 But
now they break down the carved work thereof at once with axes and hammers. 7 They
have cast fire into thy sanctuary, they have defiled by casting down the
dwelling place of thy name to the ground. 8 They
said in their hearts, Let us destroy them together: they have burned up
all the synagogues of God in the land. 9 We
see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among
us any that knoweth how long. 10 O
God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme
thy name for ever? 11 Why
withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom.
12
For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth. 13 Thou
didst divide the sea by thy strength: thou brakest the heads of the dragons
in the waters. 14 Thou
brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces, and gavest him to be meat to the
people inhabiting the wilderness. 15 Thou
didst cleave the fountain and the flood: thou driedst up mighty rivers. 16 The
day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and
the sun. 17 Thou
hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter. 18 Remember
this, that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD, and that the foolish people
have blasphemed thy name. 19 O deliver
not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget
not the congregation of thy poor for ever. 20 Have
respect unto the covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of
the habitations of cruelty. 21 O let
not the oppressed return ashamed: let the poor and needy praise thy name. 22 Arise,
O God, plead thine own cause: remember how the foolish man reproacheth thee
daily. 23 Forget
not the voice of thine enemies: the tumult of those that rise up against
thee increaseth continually.