Psalms 74

A complaint over the devastation of the land by the enemy.

Remember thy congregation, which thou hast gotten of old,

Lift up thy feet unto the perpetual ruins,

Thine adversaries have roared in the midst of thine assembly;

They seemed as men that lifted up

And now all the carved work thereof

They have set thy sanctuary on fire;

They said in their heart, Let us make havoc of them altogether:

We see not our signs:

How long, O God, shall the adversary reproach?

Why drawest thou back thy hand, even thy right hand?

Yet God is my King of old,

Thou didst divide the sea by thy strength:

Thou brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces;

Thou didst cleave fountain and flood:

The day is thine, the night also is thine:

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth:

Remember this, that the enemy hath reproached, O Jehovah,

Oh deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast:

Have respect unto the covenant;

Oh let not the oppressed return ashamed:

Arise, O God, plead thine own cause:

Forget not the voice of thine adversaries: