New International Reader's Version

Psalm 44

Psalm 44

For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah.

God, we have heard what you did.
    Those who came before us have told us
what you did in their days,
    in days long ago.
By your power you drove out the nations.
    You gave our people homes in the land.
You crushed the people who were there.
    And you made our people do well.
They didn’t win the land with their swords.
    They didn’t gain success by their own power.
Your powerful right hand and your mighty arm gave them victory.
    You gave them success because you loved them.

You are my King and my God.
    You give victories to the people of Jacob.
With your help we push back our enemies.
    By your power we walk all over them.
I put no trust in my bow.
    My sword doesn’t bring me victory.
But you give us victory over our enemies.
    You put them to shame.
All day long we talk about how great God is.
    We will praise your name forever.

But now you have turned your back on us and made us humble.
    You don’t march out with our armies anymore.
10 You made us turn and run from our enemies.
    They have taken what belongs to us.
11 You handed us over to be eaten up like sheep.
    You have scattered us among the nations.
12 You sold your people for very little.
    You didn’t gain anything when you sold them.

13 You have made us something that our neighbors laugh at.
    Those who live around us make fun of us and tease us.
14 The nations make jokes about us.
    They shake their heads at us.
15 All day long I have to live with my shame.
    My face is covered with it.
16 That’s because they laugh at me and attack me with their words.
    They want to get even with me.

17 All of this happened to us,
    even though we had not forgotten you.
    We had not broken the covenant you made with us.
18 Our hearts had not turned away from you.
    Our feet had not wandered from your path.
19 But you crushed us and left us to the wild dogs.
    You covered us over with deep darkness.

20 We didn’t forget our God.
    We didn’t spread out our hands in prayer to a false god.
21 If we had, God would have discovered it.
    He knows the secrets of our hearts.
22 But because of you, we face death all day long.
    We are considered as sheep to be killed.

23 Lord, wake up! Why are you sleeping?
    Get up! Don’t say no to us forever.
24 Why do you turn your face away from us?
    Why do you forget our pain and troubles?

25 We are brought down to the dust.
    Our bodies lie flat on the ground.
26 Rise up and help us.
    Save us because of your faithful love.

The Message

Psalm 44

A Psalm of the Sons of Korah

11-3 We’ve been hearing about this, God,
    all our lives.
Our fathers told us the stories
    their fathers told them,
How single-handedly you weeded out the godless
    from the fields and planted us,
How you sent those people packing
    but gave us a fresh start.
We didn’t fight for this land;
    we didn’t work for it—it was a gift!
You gave it, smiling as you gave it,
    delighting as you gave it.

4-8 You’re my King, O God—
    command victories for Jacob!
With your help we’ll wipe out our enemies,
    in your name we’ll stomp them to dust.
I don’t trust in weapons;
    my sword won’t save me—
But it’s you, you who saved us from the enemy;
    you made those who hate us lose face.
All day we parade God’s praise—
    we thank you by name over and over.

9-12 But now you’ve walked off and left us,
    you’ve disgraced us and won’t fight for us.
You made us turn tail and run;
    those who hate us have cleaned us out.
You delivered us as sheep to the butcher,
    you scattered us to the four winds.
You sold your people at a discount—
    you made nothing on the sale.

13-16 You made people on the street,
    urchins, poke fun and call us names.
You made us a joke among the godless,
    a cheap joke among the rabble.
Every day I’m up against it,
    my nose rubbed in my shame—
Gossip and ridicule fill the air,
    people out to get me crowd the street.

17-19 All this came down on us,
    and we’ve done nothing to deserve it.
We never betrayed your Covenant: our hearts
    were never false, our feet never left your path.
Do we deserve torture in a den of jackals?
    or lockup in a black hole?

20-22 If we had forgotten to pray to our God
    or made fools of ourselves with store-bought gods,
Wouldn’t God have figured this out?
    We can’t hide things from him.
No, you decided to make us martyrs,
    lambs assigned for sacrifice each day.

23-26 Get up, God! Are you going to sleep all day?
    Wake up! Don’t you care what happens to us?
Why do you bury your face in the pillow?
    Why pretend things are just fine with us?
And here we are—flat on our faces in the dirt,
    held down with a boot on our necks.
Get up and come to our rescue.
    If you love us so much, Help us!