1. Why hast forever cast us off,
O God? against thy Flock,
In thy delightful Pastures fed,
Why does thine Anger smoke?
2. Thine ancient purchased Flock remind,
The Lot thou did'st possess,
And hast redeem'd; this Sion's Mount,
Thy famous dwelling Place.

3. Come, see, and speedily requite.
The lasting Ruins wrought;
All that thy Foes, with impious Rage,
Have on thy Temple brought.
4. Thine En'mies roar, where once thy Tribes
For sacred Worship met;
In Token of their Victory,
Their Banners high they've set.

5. The Man that hew'd the Mountain Oak,
Was had in great Renown.
6. But now they Ax, and Hammer, join.
To break it*s carv'd Works down.
7. Thy holy Temple they have cast
Into devouring Flame;
And, leve; with the Ground, defii'd
The Dwelling of thy Name,

8. At once, our holy Rites, and us,
To root out, they presum'd;
The Synagogues of God, with Fire,
All, thro' the Land, consum'd.
9. We see no more our hopeful Signs,
No Prophet calms our Woes;
How long our ruin'd State shall last,
There's none among us knows.

Second Part

10. How long shall our insulting Foes,
O mighty God, defame?
Forever shall the Enemy
Blaspheme thy holy Name?
11. Why is thy Hand with-held? Stretch, from
Thy Bosom, thy Right-hand.
12. For God's my Rock of old; who works
Salvation thro' the Land.

13. By thy resistless Strength, thou dld'st
The raging Sea divide;
And crush'd the furious Dragon's Head,
Beneath the refluent Tide.
14. The Heads of the Leviathan,
Are broken, by thine Arm;
And to the People giv'n for Meat,
That in the Desarts swarm.

15. Thou clav'st the Fountain, and the Flood;
Thou dry'st up Rivers Might.
16. Thine is the Day, the Night is thine;
Thou form'st the Sun, and Light.
17. Earth's Limits, with her various Climes,
Are fix'd by thy strong Hand;
The Summer's Heat, and Winter's Cold,
Obey thy wise Command.

Third Part

18. Mind, O Jehovah, how the Foe
Has loaded us with Shame;
And how the foolish People have
Blasphem'd thy sacred Name.
19. The Soul of thy poor Turtle-Dove,
To Herds of Prey give not;
Nor let th' Assembly of the Poor
Be evermore forgot.

20. Thy faithful Covenant, Lord, regard;
For the dark Parts, we see,
Of th' Earth, are fill'd with rueful Seats
Of monstrous Cruelty.
21. O let not the Oppress'd return.
Unheard, and fill'd with Shame
But let the Poor, and Needy, still
Have Cause to praise thy Name.

22. Arise, O God, plead thine own Cause;
And bear in Memory,
With what Contempt, the foolish Man,
Daily, reproacheth Thee.
23. Forget not, Lord, the scornful Voice
Of thine insulting Foes;
Their Tumult constantly ascends,
And more blasphemous grows.