1For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm. 2You drove out the nations with your hand, 3For they did not get the land in possession by their own sword, 4You are my King, God. 5Through you, will we push down our adversaries. 6For I will not trust in my bow, 7But you have saved us from our adversaries, 8In God we have made our boast all day long, 9But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, 10You make us turn back from the adversary. 11You have made us like sheep for food, 12You sell your people for nothing, 13You make us a reproach to our neighbors, 14You make us a byword among the nations, 15All day long my dishonor is before me, 16At the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, 17All this has come on us, 18Our heart has not turned back, 19Though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, 20If we have forgotten the name of our God, 21won't God search this out? 22Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. 23Wake up! 24Why do you hide your face, 25For our soul is bowed down to the dust. 26Rise up to help us.