Psalm 44 — Psalms 44:22–45:1
Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long;
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord?
Arise, cast us not off for ever.
Arise, cast us not off for ever.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face,
And forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
And forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
For our soul is bowed down to the dust:
Our body cleaveth unto the earth.
Our body cleaveth unto the earth.
Rise up for our help,
And redeem us for thy lovingkindness' sake.
And redeem us for thy lovingkindness' sake.
PSALM 45第四十五篇For the Chief Musician; set to Shoshannim. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. Maschil. A Song of loves.
My heart overfloweth with a goodly matter;
I speak the things which I have made touching the king:
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
I speak the things which I have made touching the king:
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.