Not by their sword, or arme, the land of promise they possest:
But by thy hand, thy arme, and grace, because thou lov'st them best.
O God, who art my King, command for Jacob victories:
Through thee we shall beat downe our foes, which do against us rise.
For neither shall my sword me save, nor trust I in my bow:
But thou dost save us from our foes, and them dost overthrow.
In God we all the day do boast, and ever praise his Name:
But, Lord, now thou hast cast us off, and hast us put to shame.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thou with our armies goest not forth, but us thou now dost make
•…•…o turne our backs before our foes, and they our spoiles do take.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thou hast us given up like sheep for meat that slain must be:
•…•…mong the Heathen far and wide we scattered are by thee.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thou sell'st thy people, yet to thee no riches do arise:
•…•…hou sell'st them, yet no wealth to thee is added by their price.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 Unto our neighbours a reproach thou hast us made to be:
•…•…hey mock us that dwell round about, •…•…o them a scorne are we.