O God, we have heard with our ears,
our fathers have told us,
what deeds You performed in their days,
in the days of old;
You with Your own hand drove out the nations,
but them You planted;
You afflicted the peoples,
but them You set free;
for not by their own sword did they win the land,
nor did their own arm save them,
but Your right hand and Your arm,
and the light of Your face,
for You delighted in them.
You are my King, O God;
ordain salvation for Jacob!
Through You we push down our foes;
through Your Name we tread down those who
rise up against us.
For not in my bow do I trust,
nor can my sword save me.
But You have saved us from our foes
and have put to shame those who hate us.
In God we have boasted continually,
and we will give thanks to Your Name
Psalm 44 verses 1-8, (typography added)
To the Choirmaster. 'A Maskil' of the sons of Korah.