- O Lord, thou didest us clean forsake,
- and scatteredst us abroad:
- Such great displeasure thou didst take,
- return to us, O God.
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- 2 Thy might did move the land so sore,
- that it in sunder break:
- The hurt thereof O Lord restore:
- for it doth bow and quake.
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- 3 With heavy chance thou plaguest thus
- the people that are thine:
- And thou hast given unto us
- a drink of deadly wine.
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- 4 But yet to such as fear thy name
- a token shall ensue
- That they might triumph in the same,
- because thy word is true.
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- 5 So that thy might may keep and save
- thy folk that favor thee:
- That they thy help at hand may have,
- O Lord grant this to me.
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- 6 The Lord did speak from his own place,
- this was his joyful tale:
- I will divide Shechem by pace,
- and mete out Succoth’s vale.
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- 7 Gilead is given to my hand,
- Manasseh mine beside:
- Ephraim the strength of all my land,
- my law doth Judah guide.
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- 8 In Moab I will wash my feet,
- over Edom throw my shoe:
- And thou Philistia ough’st to seek,
- for favor me unto.
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- 9 But who will bring me at this tide,
- unto the City strong?
- Or who to Edom will me guide,
- so that I go not wrong?
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- 10 Wilt thou O God, which didst forsake,
- thy flock, their land and coasts?
- Our wars in hand thou wouldest not take,
