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Psalm 44

For the choir director; a maskil by Korah’s descendants.

O Elohim,
    we have heard it with our own ears.
    Our ancestors have told us
        about the miracle you performed in their day,
            in days long ago.
By your power you forced nations out of the land,
    but you planted our ancestors there.
    You shattered many groups of people,
    but you set our ancestors free.[a]
It was not with their swords that they took possession of the land.
    They did not gain victory with their own strength.
    It was your right hand, your arm,
    and the light of your presence that did it,
        because you were pleased with them.

You alone are my Melek, O Elohim.
    You won those victories for Jacob.
With you we can walk over our enemies.
    With your name we can trample those who attack us.
        I do not rely on my bow,
            and my sword will never save me.
But you saved us from our enemies.
    You put to shame those who hate us.
All day long we praise our Elohim.
    We give thanks to you forever. Selah

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  1. Psalm 44:2 Or “and you sent them away.”