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Psalm 74:9-17

9-17There's not a sign or symbol of God in sight,

nor anyone to speak in his name,

no one who knows what's going on.

How long, God, will barbarians blaspheme,

enemies curse and get by with it?

Why don't you do something? How long are you going

to sit there with your hands folded in your lap?

God is my King from the very start;

he works salvation in the womb of the earth.

With one blow you split the sea in two,

you made mincemeat of the dragon Tannin.

You lopped off the heads of Leviathan,

then served them up in a stew for the animals.

With your finger you opened up springs and creeks,

and dried up the wild floodwaters.

You own the day, you own the night;

you put stars and sun in place.

You laid out the four corners of earth,

shaped the seasons of summer and winter.

18-21Mark and remember, God, all the enemy

taunts, each idiot desecration.

Don't throw your lambs to the wolves;

after all we've been through, don't forget us.

Remember your promises;

the city is in darkness, the countryside violent.

Don't leave the victims to rot in the street;

make them a choir that sings your praises.