Psalm 74

WHy hast thou, Lord, rejected us,
And dost thine anger keep:
And keep'st it ever smoking thus
Against thy pasture-sheep?
Thy congregation bought of old
Mount Sions purchas'd rod
Of thine inheritance behold,
Where thou hast dwelt, O God.
Perpetuall ruines here begin,
Come succour Lord betime:
Which in the sanctuarie's done
By th'enemies wilfull crime.
Thine adversaries roar and rave
Here where thy people joyns.
And in their congregations have
Set Ensigns up for signs.
By lifting axes on thick trees,
Men once obtain'd renown:
With ax and hammer now do these
The carved work break down.
Thy Sanctuary they have burn'd,
The place where dwelt thy name;
These furious foes have overturn'd,
And so defil'd the same.
Let us destroy them out of hand,
Thus did their hearts conspire:
Gods Synagogues throughout the land
They have burnt up with fire.
No Prophet speaks, no sign's descri'd,
None of us knows how long:
How long ô Lord, shall we abide
The foes reproachfull wrong?
Shall th'enemy still blaspheme thy name?
Why draw'st thy right hand back?
Out of thy bosome pluck the same,
And be no longer slack.
For God is sure my King of old,
And by his pow'rfull hand
He wrought salvation uncontroll'd
In sight of all the land.

2. Part.
THou didst divide the seas by might,
The Dragons heads in these,
Leviathans heads thou brokest quite,
Thou brok'st them in the seas.
The same thy people did receive
I'th' wilderness for meat.
The flood & fountain thou didst cleave,
And dri'dst up rivers great.
The day is thine, likewise the night,
Peculiarly is thine:
O Lord, thou hast prepar'd the light,
And caus'd the Sun to shine.
The borders of the land and seas
Thou hast ordain'd the same:
Summer and Winter, both of these
By thine appointment came.
The enemies do thee scandalize,
O keep it in record:
The foolish men speak blasphemies
Against thy name, O Lord.
Thy Turtles soul deliver not
To many a wicked doer:
For ever let not be forgot
Th'assemblies of the poor.
O have, ô have respect unto
Thine ancient cov'nant still:
For cruel habitations do
The earths dark places fill.
O let not them that are opprest
Return with cause of shame:
O let the poor and men distrest
Have cause to praise thy Name.
Rise Lord, and plead thine own just cause,
Think on the fools reproach:
Thy name into contempt it drawes,
With slanders which they broach.
Forget not thou the furious cries
Of thy tumultuous foes:
Their tumult that against thee rise
continually growes.