Oh God, have you rejected us forever?
Will your anger burn against the sheik you pastured?
Remember your assembly, which of old you pledged.
You redeemed to be the tribe of your inheritance.
In this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
And toward these everlasting ruins now turn your feet.
The foe has broken down the sanctuary.
Your adversaries roared within your meeting place.
They set up their own signs and banners of disgrace.
In this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
See how an axe was lifted in a glade of trees.
Their hatchets and their hammers smashed its artistry.
Unto the ground now they have burned your holy place.
Defiled the habitation of your glorious name.
For this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
They said in their heart, let us utterly subdue.
They burned all God's meeting places down.
We do not see our signs.
There's no prophet anymore.
Not even one among us knows how long.
How long, O God, how long will the enemy revile?
Will the foe forever ridicule your name?
Why now withdraw your hand, even your right hand.
From within your bosom strike them down.
Yet God has been my King since when it all began.
Performing all His saving works throughout the land.
For by your strength the great sea was divided.
And there within the waters broke the dragon's heads.
For this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
Yes, of Leviathan you trampled on his heads.
Gave him as food for people in the wilderness.
You opened up for them the fountains and the springs.
You shriveled up the strong and ever-flowing streams.
For this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
Yours is the day, yours also is the night time.
You prepare the moonlight and the sunshine.
You have set the boundaries of all the earth.
Both the summer and the winter you bring forth.
For this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.
Remember this, O Lord, how the enemy reviled.
And how your name the foolish ones despised.
Deliver not the soul of your doved wild beast.
And do not long forget your poor one's life.
Look towards the covenant, for the darkness of the land is full of
habitations for the mean.
O let not the oppressed all turn back and be ashamed.
And let the poor and needy praise your name.
Arise, O God, and plead for your own righteous case.
Remember how the foolish have reproached all day.
Do not forget the voice of all your enemies.
The noise of their revolt ascends continually.
For this Mount Zion, where you have dwelt.