5 But thou hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost thou go with our hosts.
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.
6 Like sheep to the slaughter for meat we are given;
Dispersed through the nations afar we are driven.
Thou sellest thy people to strangers for naught;
Their price to thy treasure no increase hath brought.
7 Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride.
Our name as a by-word the nations have made,
The peoples in scorn of us wagging the head.
8 Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace;
And covered am I with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear;
The foe and avenger against me appear.

9 All this we have suffered, yet never forgot

Thy covenant goodness, nor falsely have wrought
Our heart is not turned and our steps have not strayed,
Though crushed amid ruins and under death's shade.

IO If we have forgotten the name of our God,

Or unto an idol our hands spread abroad,

Shall not the Almighty uncover this sin,

Who knoweth our hearts and the secrets within?

II Yea, all the day long for thy sake we're consumed;
Like sheep for the slaughter to death we are doomed.
Then why dost thou sleep? O Jehovah, awake!
Nor spurn us forever. Arise, for our sake!

12 O why art thou hiding the light of thy face,
Forgetting the burden and grief of our race?

Our soul is bowed down; yea, we cleave to the dust;
Rise, help and redeem us, thy mercy we trust.

I. My heart brings forth a good ly thing; My words that

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1 My heart brings forth a goodly thing; 5 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart My words that I indite

Concern the King; my tongue's a pen
Of one that swift doth write.

2 Thou fairer art than sons of men;
Upon thy lips is store

Of grace outpoured; God therefore thee
Hath blessed for evermore.

3 O thou that art the mighty One,
Thy sword gird on thy thigh;
Ev'n with thy glory excellent
And with thy majesty.

Of those that hate the King,
And under thy subjection they
The peoples down do bring.

6 For ever and for ever is,

O God, thy throne of might;
The scepter of thy kingdom is
A scepter that is right.

7 Thou lovest right and hatest ill;
For God, thy God, ev'n he
Above thy fellows hath with oil
Of joy anointed thee.

4 For meekness, truth and righteousness 8 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,
In state ride prosperously;

And thy right hand shall thee instruct
In things that fearful be.

A smell thy garments had.

From palaces of ivory

The harps have made thee glad.

9 Among thy woman hon' rable,
King's daughters were at hand;
Upon thy right hand did the queen
In gold of Ophir stand.

12 The daughter there of Tyre shall be 16 Instead of those thy fathers dear,