Psalm 44 Thursday Readings 2 & 4
God, with our own ears we have heard; * our fathers have told us
the deeds you performed in their days; * in days of old your hand worked wonders.
Nations you dispossessed, * but your own you planted.
Peoples you dispersed, * but your own you made send forth shoots.
Not by their sword did they seize the land, * nor did their arm bring them victory.
but it was your right hand and your arm, * and the light of your face, * since you loved them.
You are my King, my God, * my Commander, the Savior of Jacob.
Through you we butted our adversaries; * through your name we trampled our assailants.
For not in my bow did I trust, * nor did my sword bring me victory.
But you gave us victory over our adversaries, * and put to shame our enemies.
In God we have continually boasted, * and your name, O Eternal, we will praise.
But you rejected and disgraced us, * and no longer went forth with our armies.
You made us retreat before our adversary, * and our enemies pillaged us.
You made us a flock to be devoured, * and scattered us among the nations.
You sold your people for a pittance, * and set no high price on them.
You made us the taunt of our neighbors, * the derision and scorn of those about us.
You made us a byword among the nations, * a laughingstock among the peoples.
My digrace is continually in front of me, * and my shamefacedness is exposed before me,
because of the voice of the taunter and mocker, * because of the enemy seeking revenge.
Every indignity has come upon us, * but we have not forgotten you, * or been disloyal to your covenant.
Our heart has not turned back, * nor our feet strayed from your path,
though you crushed us with disease of the thighs, * and covered us with deathly darkness.
If we had forgotten the name of our God, * or stretched out our palms to an alien god,
would not God discover this, * since he knows the dark corners of the heart?
Yet because of you we are slain the whole day long, * accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Arise! Why do you sleep, Lord? * Awake! Be not angry, O Conqueror!
Why did you turn away your face, * and forget our affliction and oppression?
For our neck is bowed down to the dust; * our belly cleaves to the ground.
Rise up and help us! * Ransom us as befits your kindness.
End of Thur Rds 2 & 4