God

And He chooseth the tribe of Judah, With mount Zion that He loved,

And buildeth His sanctuary as a high place, Like the earth, He founded it to the age.

And He fixeth on David His servant, And taketh him from the folds of a flock,

From behind suckling ones He hath brought him in, To rule over Jacob His people, And over Israel His inheritance.

A Psalm of Asaph. O God, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.

Pour Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.

Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the honour of Thy name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Thy name's sake.

Why do the nations say, `Where is their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.

And we, Thy people, and the flock of Thy pasture, We give thanks to Thee to the age, To all generations we recount Thy praise!

To the Overseer. --`On the Lilies.' A testimony of Asaph. --A Psalm. Shepherd of Israel, give ear, Leading Joseph as a flock, Inhabiting the cherubs--shine forth,

Before Ephraim, and Benjamin, and Manasseh, Wake up Thy might, and come for our salvation.

O God, cause us to turn back, And cause Thy face to shine, and we are saved.

Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.

God of Hosts, turn us back, And cause Thy face to shine, and we are saved.

A vine out of Egypt Thou dost bring, Thou dost cast out nations, and plantest it.

Why hast Thou broken down its hedges, And all passing by the way have plucked it?

God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,

And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,

Burnt with fire--cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.

Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.