CHAPTER 44
For the choirmaster.
A Maskil
of the sons
of Korah.
We have heard
with our ears,
O God;
our fathers
have told us
the work
You did
in their days,
in days
of long ago.
With Your hand
You
drove out
the nations
and planted our fathers there;
You crushed
the peoples
and cast them out.
For
it was not
by their sword
that they took
the land;
their arm
did not
bring them victory;
it was
by Your right hand,
Your arm,
and the light
of Your face;
for
You delighted in them.