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 plaguest 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's 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 favor 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 would'st 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 through 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: collected into English metre #LX