Psalm LXXX

O Israel's shepherd, hear, who dost
Like a flock Joseph [feed and] guide;
Shine forth O thou that dost between
The [sacred] Cherubims abide.

In Ephraim's and Benjamin's,
And [also] in Manasseh's sight,
For our speedy salvation come,
Stir up [and shew] thy saving might.

Turn us again, and bring us home,
And upon us [do thou] vouchsafe,
O God, to make thy face to shine,
And then we shall [again] be safe.

Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou
Thus in thy [burning] anger smoak?
Against thy peoples humble prayer
Who do thy [sacred] Name invoke?

Instead of bread, tears are their food,
[Which now] thou givest them to eat;
And tears thou givest them to drink,
And that in measure [very] great.

Thou makest us a strife unto
Our [envious] neighbours round about;
Our enemies among themselves
At us do [daily] laugh and flout.

Turn us again, O Lord of Hosts,
And upon us [do thou] vouchsafe
To make thy pleased face to shine,
And then we shall [again] be safe.

Thou hast a Vine from Egypt brought
By thy out-stretched [mighty] hand;
And thou the heathen didst cast out,
And plant it in their [promis'd] land.

Before it thou prepared'st room,
And mad'st it [therein] take deep root,
Till it did spread and multiply,
And [so did] fill the land throughout.

Through its increase the hills about
Were [cloath'd and] covered with its shade,
And like the lofty Cedar trees,
Her [spreading] branches were display'd.

And she as far as to the sea
Her [prosperous] fruitful boughs did send;
And to the bounding river's side
Her [out-spread] branches did extend.

Why hast thou then her fencing hedge
Thus [greatly] broken and cast down,
So that all passengers her fruit
Do pluck [and take] even as their own.

It rooted up and wasted is
By the [unclean] boar of the wood
And all the wild beasts of the field
Devour it as their [proper] food.

O God of Hosts, we thee beseech,
[With help] return yet unto thine;
With mercy look from heav'n, behold
And visit this thy [wasted] Vine.

The Vineyard which inclosed by thee,
Thy right hand [set and] planted young,
And that chief branch which for thy self
[In it] thou mad'st so high and strong.

It is as fuel now cut down,
And burnt up by the [raging] fire;
They perish when thy countenance
Rebuketh them with [burning] ire.

Let thy defending hand be on
The [chosen] man of thy right hand;
The son of man, whom for thy self
Thou madest strong to [Rule and] stand.

So will we not go back from thee,
Nor from our [promis'd duty] fall;
Quicken and raise us up, and we
Upon thy Name will [trust and] call.

Turn us again, Lord God of Hosts,
And upon us [do thou] vouchsafe
To make thy pleased face to shine,
And then we shall be [ever] safe.