1 Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost Thou go with out hosts;
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.
2 Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given,
Dispersed through the nations afar we are driven;
Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught,
Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought.
3 Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride;
A byword the nations have made of our name,
With scorn and derision they put us to shame.
4 Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace,
And covered am I with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear,
The foe and avenger against me appear.
5 All this have we suffered,and never forgot
To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought;
Our heart is not turned and our steps have not strayed,
Though crushed amid ruins and under death's shade.
Display Title: Thou, Lord, Hast ForsakenFirst Line: Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boastsTune Title: GOOD SHEPHERDMeter: 18.104.22.168Source: The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 122.