1 O God, why hast thou cast us off?is it for evermore?Against thy pasture-sheep why doththine anger smoke so sore?
2 O call to thy rememberancethy congregation,Which thou hast purchased of old;still think the same upon:The rod of thine inheritance,which thou redeemed hast,This Sion hill, wherein thou hadstthy dwelling in times past.
3 To these long desolationsthy feet lift, do not tarry;For all the ills thy foes have donewithin thy sanctuary.
4 Amidst thy congregationsthine enemies do roar:Their ensigns they set up for signsof triumph thee before.
5 A man was famous, and was hadin estimation,According as he lifted uphis axe thick trees upon.