Psalm 44[a] For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. A maskil.[b]

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. 2 With your hand you drove out the nations     and planted our ancestors; you crushed the peoples     and made our ancestors flourish. 3 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.

4 You are my King and my God,     who decrees[c] victories for Jacob. 5 Through you we push back our enemies;     through your name we trample our foes. 6 I put no trust in my bow,     my sword does not bring me victory; 7 but you give us victory over our enemies,     you put our adversaries to shame. 8 In God we make our boast all day long,     and we will praise your name forever.[d]

9 But now you have rejected and humbled us;     you no longer go out with our armies. 10 You made us retreat before the enemy,     and our adversaries have plundered us. 11 You gave us up to be devoured like sheep     and have scattered us among the nations. 12 You sold your people for a pittance,     gaining nothing from their sale.