All sheep and oxen, And also the animals of the field,

You turn us over to be eaten like sheep, And have scattered us among the nations.

But for Your sake we are killed all day long; We are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.

Like sheep they sink down to Sheol; Death will be their shepherd; And the upright will rule over them in the morning, And their form shall be for Sheol to consume So that they have no lofty home.

When you lie down among the sheepfolds, You are like the wings of a dove covered with silver, And its pinions with glistening gold.

An Appeal against the Devastation of the Land by the Enemy.

A Maskil of Asaph.

God, why have You rejected us forever? Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture?

But He led His own people out like sheep, And guided them in the wilderness like a flock;

He also chose His servant David And took him from the sheepfolds;

So we Your people and the sheep of Your pasture Will give thanks to You forever; To all generations we will tell of Your praise.

For He is our God, And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand. Today, if you will hear His voice,

Know that the Lord Himself is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.

I have wandered about like a lost sheep; search for Your servant, For I do not forget Your commandments.