O God, with our ears have we heard, for our fathers have told us the work which Thou hadst wrought in their days, in the days of old.
Thy hand utterly destroyed the heathen, and in their stead Thou didst plant them; Thou didst bring evils upon those peoples, and didst cast them out.
For not by their own sword did they inherit the land, nor did their own arm save them,
But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, and the light of Thy countenance, because Thou wast well-pleased in them.
Thou Thyself art my King, and my God, Thou that commandest the salvation of Jacob.
Through Thee shall the horn of our strength push down our enemies, and through Thy name shall we bring to nought them that rise up against us.
For not in my bow will I hope, and my sword shall not save me.
For Thou hast saved us from them that afflict us, and them that hate us hast Thou put to shame.
In God we will boast all the day long, and in Thy name will we give praise in the age to come.
But now Thou hast cast us off and put us to shame, and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.
Thou hast made us to turn back before our enemies, and they that hate us took spoils for themselves.
Thou hast given us up as sheep to be eaten, and among the nations hast Thou scattered us.
Thou hast sold Thy people without a price, and there was no gain in the selling of us.
Thou hast made us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
Thou hast made us a byword among the nations, a shaking of head among the peoples.
All the day long my disgrace is before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
Because of the voice of him that reproacheth and revileth, because of the face of the enemy and pursuer.
All this hath come upon us, and we have not forgotten Thee, nor have we dealt unrighteously in Thy covenant.
Though our heart hath not turned back, yet Thou hast turned aside our paths from Thy ways.
For Thou hast humbled us in a place of affliction, and the shadow of death hath covered us.
If we have forgotten the name of our God, and if we have stretched out our hands to a strange god,
Shall not God search out these things? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.
For Thy sake we are slain all the day long, we are counted as sheep for the slaughter.
Rise up, why sleepest Thou, O Lord? Arise, and cast us not off at the end.
Wherefore turnest Thou Thy face away? Dost Thou forget our poverty and our affliction?
For our soul hath been humbled down to the dust, our belly hath cleaved to the earth.
Arise, O Lord, help us, and redeem us for Thy name's sake.