Psalm LXXIV

O God, why hast thou cast us off?
Shall it be [thus for] evermore?
Against thy pasture-sheep why doth
Thy [heavy] anger smoak so sore?

Think on thine ancient flock, which thou
Hast purchas'd for thy [chosen] lot,
Mount Sion, where thou dwelled'st so long,
[By thee] redeem'd, forsake thou not.

The desolations long repair,
Arise, and do not [longer] tarry,
All that thy wicked foes have done
Within thy [chosen] sanctuary.

Amidst the Congregations
[Cruel] foes roar outragiously;
And their Ensigns they have set up
As signs of [prophane] Victory.

This sacred building formerly
Did [skilful] workmen famous make:

But now with axes and hammers
The carved work they [down do] break.

Thy Temple they have burnt with fire,
[And it] defil'd by casting down
Unto the ground the dwelling place
Where thy great Name [and praise] was known.

They said, Now let us break them all
With our destroying [potent] hand;
They burn up all the Synagogues
Of God [that were] throughout the Land.

Our signs, and all our Prophets cease,
[Now] there is none left us among
That can the end of this fore-see,
And tell thy [suffering] flock how long.

How long, Lord, shall the enemy
Thee by reproach [scorn and] prophane,
And shall the adversaries thus
Always blaspheme thy [holy] name?

Pluck out and shew forth thy right hand,
Why dost thou it [so long] with-hold?

Salvation in the earth was wrought
By God our [glorious] King of old.

The flowing Sea divided was
By force of thy [potent]-command;
The heads of Dragons in the floods
Thou [also] brakest by thy hand.

The heads thou didst in pieces break
Of the Leviathan [so] great;
To them that in the desart dwell
Thou gav'st him [also] to be meat.

Fountains out of the cloven rocks
Thou brought'st forth [for us] plenteously;
The mighty stream of Jordon flood,
[For us] thou caused'st to be dry.

Thine, and in thy hand only is
The day, and [so is] the dark night;
It's thou alone that hast prepar'd
The Sun and its clear [daily] light.

Thou all the borders of the earth
Hast set by thy [potent] decree:
The Summer and the Winter's course
[Made and] distinguish'd are by thee.

O Lord, let it remembred be
How great [prophane] reproach and shame
Thy foes have dar'd to cast on thee,
And fools blaspheme thy [holy] name.

Thy turtle-dove's soul do not thou
Unto the [wicked] croud deliver;
The Congregation of thy poor
[O] do not [thou] forget for ever.

Unto thy Covenant have respect,
[For now] the earth's dark places be
Full of the habitations
Of [wicked] mens great cruelty.

O let not those that are opprest,
Return [again] with grief and shame;
But let the poor, and men distress'd
Give praises to thy [holy] name.

Arise, O Lord, plead and maintain
The Cause that is [indeed] thine own;
Remember how thou art reproach'd,
Even [daily] by the foolish one.

Forget not thou the voice of those
That are thy [wicked] enemies;
Their rage and tumults do increase
Who do [as foes] against thee rise.