Psalm 44

For the music director: a maskil

of the sons of Korah, a contemplative song.

O God, we have heard with our ears

– our ancestors have told us –

of what You did in their time and long before.

You displaced nations with Your hand

and planted our ancestors.

You crushed the peoples and You drove them out.

It was not by their own swords

that our ancestors took over the land,

nor did their own arms bring them victory;

it was Your right hand,

Your arm,

and the light of Your face

– because You were pleased with them.

You are my Monarch and my God

– command success for Jacob!

Through Your might, we push back our enemies.

Through Your name, we trample our foes.

I don’t trust in my bow

and my sword doesn’t win my battles.

You are the One who saves us

from our oppressors

and make our oppressors be ashamed.

We boast in God the whole day long

and we praise Your Name forever.

Selah

But now You have rejected and humiliated us,

and You no longer go out with our soldiers.

You make us retreat in battle,

and our foes have plundered us.

You gave us up to be gobbled up like sheep,

and have scattered us among strangers.

You sell Your people for nothing, making no profit.

You made our neighbors taunt us,

made us a source of mockery and ridicule

to those who are around us.

You have made us a joke among the nations,

the peoples shake their heads at us.

All day long my disgrace is before me

and shame covers my face

at the sounds of taunting and reviling

coming from the face of an enemy bent on revenge.

All of this befell us

even though we didn’t forget You

or break Your covenant.

Our hearts have not turned back

nor have our feet strayed from Your path.

Yet You crushed us among jackals

and blanketed us with the shadow of death.

If we had forgotten our God’s Name

or reached out to a strange god

wouldn’t God have discovered it

since God knows the secrets of our heart?

Yet for Your sake we are slain all day long.

We are counted among the sheep to be slaughtered.

Awaken, Adonai!

Why are You sleeping?

Wake up!

Don’t forever reject us!

Why do You hide Your face

and forget our affliction and oppression?

For our soul has sunk down to the dirt,

our belly clings to the earth.

Rise up!

Help us and redeem us

for the sake of Your mercy.

Psalm 43

Prove my case, my God,

and defend my cause

against a nation that is unfaithful.

Deliver me from those who are unjust and deceitful!

You are my God, my refuge.

Why have You turned away from me?

Why must I go about in gloom

because my enemy oppresses me?

Send Your light and Your truth

so they may lead me to Your holy mountain

and Your dwelling places.

Then I will come to the altar of God,

to the God of my unending joy,

to praise You with my harp, O God, my God.

Why are You so glum, my soul?

Why do You murmur within me?

Put Your hope in God,

for I will still give God praise,

my salvation and my God.

Psalm 42

For the music director: this is a maskil,

(a contemplative song) of Korah’s sons.

Just as the deer longs for running water,

my soul longs for You, O God.

My soul thirsts for the living God.

When will I be able to stand before God?

All day and night,

my tears are my only food,

while all day people say to me,

“Where is Your God?”

I remember these things

while I pour out my heart:

how I walked with the festive crowds

to the House of God,

calling out with shouts of joy and thanksgiving.

I ask my soul why it is so downcast

– why is it so disturbed?

Put your hope in God

– for even now

I will give praise to my Savior and my God.

Because my soul is disheartened

I will remember You from the land of Jordan

and the peaks of Hermon, and also Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep

in the roar of Your waterfalls

– all of Your breakers and waves

have swept over me.

The Lord sends out love to the faithful daily

while at night the Lord’s song is with me

– a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God, my Rock:

“Why have You forgotten me?

Why must I go about mourning,

oppressed by the enemy?”

My foes taunt me all day long,

saying “Where is Your God?”

It feels like they are crushing my bones.

I ask my soul why it is so downcast

– why is it so disturbed?

Put your hope in God

– for even now

I will give praise to my Savior and my God.