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We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.
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How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.
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For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.
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Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.
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Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
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For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.
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But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.
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In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.
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But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.
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Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us spoil for themselves.
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Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for meat; and hast scattered us among the heathen.
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Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price.
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Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.
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Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people.
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My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
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For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.
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All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.
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Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way;
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Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.
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If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange God;
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Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
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Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.
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Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.
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Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
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For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
