44 1-3 We’ve been hearing about this, God,
    all our lives.
Our fathers told us the stories
    their fathers told them,
How single-handedly you weeded out the godless
    from the fields and planted us,
How you sent those people packing
    but gave us a fresh start.
We didn’t fight for this land;
    we didn’t work for it—it was a gift!
You gave it, smiling as you gave it,
    delighting as you gave it.

4-8 You’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.

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With your hand you drove out(A) the nations
    and planted(B) our ancestors;
you crushed(C) the peoples
    and made our ancestors flourish.(D)
It was not by their sword(E) that they won the land,
    nor did their arm bring them victory;
it was your right hand,(F) your arm,(G)
    and the light(H) of your face, for you loved(I) them.

You are my King(J) and my God,(K)
    who decrees[a] victories(L) for Jacob.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 44:4 Septuagint, Aquila and Syriac; Hebrew King, O God; / command

How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.

Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

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