1 O Lord, thou hast rejected us,
and scatter’d us abroad;
Thou justly hast displeased been;
return to us, O God.
2 The earth to tremble thou hast made;
therein didst breaches make:
Do thou thereof the breaches heal,
because the land doth shake.
3 Unto thy people thou hard things
hast shew’d, and on them sent;
And thou hast caused us to drink
wine of astonishment.
4 And yet a banner thou hast giv’n
to them who thee do fear;
That it by them, because of truth,
displayed may appear.
5 That thy beloved people may
deliver’d be from thrall,
Save with the pow’r of thy right hand,
and hear me when I call.
6 God in his holiness hath spoke;
herein I will take pleasure:
Shechem I will divide, and forth
will Succoth’s valley measure.
7 Gilead I claim as mine by right;
Manasseh mine shall be;
Ephraim is of mine head the strength;
Judah gives laws for me;
8 Moab’s my washing-pot; my shoe
I’ll over Edom throw;
And over Palestina’s land
I will in triumph go.
9 O who is he will bring me to
the city fortify’d?
O who is he that to the land
of Edom will me guide?
10 O God, which hadest us cast off,
this thing wilt thou not do?
Ev’n thou, O God, which didest not
forth with our armies go?
11 Help us from trouble; for the help
is vain which man supplies.
12 Through God we’ll do great acts; he shall
tread down our enemies.
Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P64