For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. A maskil.
1 We have heard it with our ears, O God; our ancestors have told us what you did in their days, in days long ago.
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With your hand you drove out the nations and planted our ancestors; you crushed the peoples and made our ancestors flourish.
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It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them.
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You are my King and my God, who decrees victories for Jacob.
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Through you we push back our enemies; through your name we trample our foes.
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I put no trust in my bow, my sword does not bring me victory;
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but you give us victory over our enemies, you put our adversaries to shame.
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In God we make our boast all day long, and we will praise your name forever.
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But now you have rejected and humbled us; you no longer go out with our armies.
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You made us retreat before the enemy, and our adversaries have plundered us.