Our hearts have not deserted you. We have not strayed from your path.
Yet you have crushed us in the jackal’s desert home. You have covered us with darkness and death.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread our hands in prayer to foreign gods,
God would surely have known it, for he knows the secrets of every heart.
But for your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.
Wake up, O Lord! Why do you sleep? Get up! Do not reject us forever.
Why do you look the other way? Why do you ignore our suffering and oppression?
We collapse in the dust, lying face down in the dirt.
Rise up! Help us! Ransom us because of your unfailing love.