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Why, God, have you cast us off forever?

Why does your anger burn against the sheep of your pasture?

Remember your people, whom you acquired of old,

the tribe you redeemed as your own heritage,

Mount Zion where you dwell

Direct your steps toward the utter destruction,

everything the enemy laid waste in the sanctuary.

Your foes roared triumphantly in the place of your assembly

they set up their own tokens of victory.

They hacked away like a forester gathering boughs,

swinging his ax in a thicket of trees.

They set your sanctuary on fire,

profaned your name’s abode

by razing it to the ground.

Yet you, God, are my king from of old,

winning victories throughout the earth.

Yours is the day and yours is the night

you set the moon and sun in place.

You fixed all the limits of the earth;

summer and winter you made.

You stirred up the sea by your might

you smashed the heads of the dragons on the waters

You crushed the heads of Leviathan

gave him as food to the sharks.

Arise, God, defend your cause;

remember the constant jeering of the fools.

Do not forget the clamor of your foes,

the unceasing uproar of your enemies.

Yet you, God, are my king from of old,

winning victories throughout the earth.

Yours is the day and yours is the night

you set the moon and sun in place.