Psalm 74 Tuesday Midday 3
Why, God, are you continually angry? * Why do your nostrils smoke against the sheep you tend?
Remember the flock you acquired of old. * Redeem with your club your patrimony, * Mount Zion where you lived.
Raise up your own people from the total ruins; * the enemy has damaged everything in your sanctuary.
Your adversaries roared amid your assembly; * they set up emblems by the hundreds.
They set fire to the upper entrance, * while axes hacked at the paneling.
They cut down all its doors; * they battered with axes and machetes.
They set your sanctuary on fire; * they utterly desecrated your name's abode.
They said in their hearts, * “Let all their children be burned, * all God's assemblies in the land.”
Signs for us we do not see; * there is no prophet now; * no interpreter of indications has come to us.
How long, God, will the adversary blaspheme you, * the enemy insult your name, O Conqueror?
Why do you draw back your left hand, * and clasp your right hand to your chest?
Destroy, God, the kings from the East; * achieve victory in the capital of the world!
It was you who shattered the Sea with your strength, * who smashed the heads of Tannin, * surging from the sea.
It was you who crushed the heads of Leviathan, * who gave him as food * to be gathered by desert tribes.
It was you who released springs and streams, * who made dry land out of ancient rivers.
Yours is the day and yours the night; * it was you who gave existence to the moon and sun.
It was you who fixed the zones of the earth, * and made summer and winter.
Remember the insults of the enemy who blasphemed you, Yahweh, * and the foolish people that mocked your name.
Do not deliver to wild beasts * those taught by you.
The lives of your afflicted * do not ignore, O Conqueror!
Look down upon your temple; * the city is filled with darkness, * the countryside with violence.
Let not the downtrodden sit in shame; * rather let the poor and needy praise your name.
Arise, God; champion your cause! * Remember how fools blaspheme you all day long.
Do not forget the clamor of your adversaries, * the ever-mounting uproar of your assailants.
End of Tues Midday 3