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Psalm 44:4-8

4-8You'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.

9-12But 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.