1: We've been hearing about this, God, all our lives. Our fathers told us the stories their fathers told them,
2: 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.
3: 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: You're my King, O God--command victories for Jacob!
5: With your help we'll wipe out our enemies, in your name we'll stomp them to dust.
6: I don't trust in weapons; my sword won't save me--
7: But it's you, you who saved us from the enemy; you made those who hate us lose face.
8: All day we parade God's praise--we thank you by name over and over.
9: But now you've walked off and left us, you've disgraced us and won't fight for us.
10: You made us turn tail and run; those who hate us have cleaned us out.
11: You delivered us as sheep to the butcher, you scattered us to the four winds.
12: You sold your people at a discount--you made nothing on the sale.
13: You made people on the street, urchins, poke fun and call us names.
14: You made us a joke among the godless, a cheap joke among the rabble.
15: Every day I'm up against it, my nose rubbed in my shame--
16: Gossip and ridicule fill the air, people out to get me crowd the street.
17: All this came down on us, and we've done nothing to deserve it. We never betrayed your Covenant:
18: our hearts were never false, our feet never left your path.
19: Do we deserve torture in a den of jackals? or lockup in a black hole?
20: If we had forgotten to pray to our God or made fools of ourselves with store-bought gods,
21: Wouldn't God have figured this out? We can't hide things from him.
22: No, you decided to make us martyrs, lambs assigned for sacrifice each day.
23: Get up, GOD! Are you going to sleep all day? Wake up! Don't you care what happens to us?
24: Why do you bury your face in the pillow? Why pretend things are just fine with us?
25: And here we are--flat on our faces in the dirt, held down with a boot on our necks.
26: Get up and come to our rescue. If you love us so much, Help us! A wedding song of the sons of Korah