The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 73
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(A maskil. Of Asaph.)
O God, hast thou altogether abandoned us? Sheep of thy own pasturing, must we feel the fires of thy vengeance?
O God, hast thou altogether abandoned us? Sheep of thy own pasturing, must we feel the fires of thy vengeance?
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Bethink thee of the company thou hast gathered, long ago; of the tribe thou hast chosen to be thy domain; of mount Sion, where thou hast thy dwelling-place.
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Hither turn thy steps, where all is ruin irretrievable; see what havoc thy enemies have wrought in the holy place,
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how their malice has raged in thy very precincts,✻ setting up its emblems
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for a trophy of conquest. Blow after blow, like woodmen in the forest,
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they have plied their axes, brought it down, with pick and mallet, to the ground.
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They have set fire to thy sanctuary, sullied the dwelling-place of thy glory in the dust.
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They think to destroy us like one man, sweep away every shrine of God in the land.
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Our own emblems are nowhere to be seen; there are no prophets left now, none can tell how long we must endure.
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O God, shall our enemy taunt us everlastingly, shall blasphemy still defy thy name?
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Why dost thou withhold thy hand? That right hand of thine, must it always lie idle in thy bosom?
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Mine is a King who reigned before time was; here on earth he was the means to bring deliverance.
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What power but thine could sunder the shifting sea, crush the power of the monster beneath its waters;
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shatter Leviathan’s power, and give him up as prey to the sea-beasts?✻
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Thou didst open up fountains and streams of water; thou, too, madest the swollen rivers run dry.
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Thine is the day, thine the night; moon and sun are of thy appointment;
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thou hast fixed all the bounds of earth, madest the summer, madest the cool of the year.
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Wilt thou take no heed, when thy enemies taunt thee, and in their recklessness set the divine name at defiance?
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Must the dove be the vulture’s prey? Souls unbefriended, but for thee, wilt thou leave us quite forgotten?
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Bethink thee of thy covenant; everywhere oppression lurks, or walks openly through the fields.
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Do not let the humble go away disappointed; teach the poor and the helpless to exalt thy name.
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Bestir thyself, O God, to vindicate thy own cause; do not forget the taunts which reckless men hurl at thee, day after day;
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do not overlook them, the triumphant shouts of thy enemies, the ever growing clamour that here defies thee.
