1 O Lord, thou didst us clean forsake,
and scatter us abroad,
Such great displeasure thou didst take,
return to us, O God.
2 Thy might did move the laud so sore,
that it in sunder brake;
The health thereof, O Lord, restore,
for it doth bow and quake.
3 With heavy things thou plaguedst thus
the people that are thine,
And thou hast given unto us
a drink of deadly wine.
4 But yet to such as fear thy Name
a banner thou dost shew,
That they may triumph in the same,
because thy word is true.
5 So that thy might may keep and save
the folk that serveth thee,
That they thy help at hand may have,
O Lord, grant this to me.
6 The Lord did speak from his own place,
this was his joyful sound,
I will divide Sichem by pace,
and mete out Succoth's ground!
7 Gilead is given to my hand,
Manasseh's mine beside.
Ephraim the strength of all my land,
my law doth Judah guide:
8 In Moab I will wash my feet,
o'er Edom cast my shoe;
And thou, Philistia, ought'st to seek
to me for favour too.
9 But who will bring me at this tide
unto the city strong?
Or who to Edom will me guide,
so that I go not wrong?
10 Lord, wilt not thou, who didst forsake
thy folk, their land, and coasts;
Our wars in hand thou wouldst not take,
nor go forth with our hosts.
11 Give aid, O Lord, and us relieve
from them that us disdain;
The help that hosts of men can give
is all but weak and vain.
12 But thro' our God we shall have might
to take great things in hand,
He will tread down, and put to flight
All those that us withstand.Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #LX