A Maskil of Asaph.
O God, why have You rejected us forever?
Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture?

You divided the sea by Your strength;
You broke the heads of the sea monsters in the waters.

You crushed the heads of Leviathan;
You gave him as food for the creatures of the wilderness.

Yours is the day, Yours also is the night;
You have prepared the light and the sun.

Yet God is my king from of old,
Who works deeds of deliverance in the midst of the earth.

We do not see our signs;
There is no longer any prophet,
Nor is there any among us who knows how long.

Remember Your congregation, which You have purchased of old,
Which You have redeemed to be the tribe of Your inheritance;
And this Mount Zion, where You have dwelt.

Remember this, O Lord, that the enemy has reviled,
And a foolish people has spurned Your name.

How long, O God, will the adversary revile,
And the enemy spurn Your name forever?

They said in their heart, “Let us completely subdue them.”
They have burned all the meeting places of God in the land.

You have established all the boundaries of the earth;
You have made summer and winter.

You broke open springs and torrents;
You dried up ever-flowing streams.

They have burned Your sanctuary to the ground;
They have defiled the dwelling place of Your name.

Turn Your footsteps toward the perpetual ruins;
The enemy has damaged everything within the sanctuary.

Do not deliver the soul of Your turtledove to the wild beast;
Do not forget the life of Your afflicted forever.

Arise, O God, and plead Your own cause;
Remember how the foolish man reproaches You all day long.

Consider the covenant;
For the dark places of the land are full of the habitations of violence.

Let not the oppressed return dishonored;
Let the afflicted and needy praise Your name.

Why do You withdraw Your hand, even Your right hand?
From within Your bosom, destroy them!

Your adversaries have roared in the midst of Your meeting place;
They have set up their own standards for signs.

It seems as if one had lifted up
His axe in a forest of trees.

And now all its carved work
They smash with hatchet and hammers.

Do not forget the voice of Your adversaries,
The uproar of those who rise against You which ascends continually.