Psalms 44

1[To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil.] We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

2thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

3For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.

4Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

5Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.