1 Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost Thou go with out hosts;
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.

2 Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are giv'n,
Dispersed through the nations afar we are driv'n;
Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught,
Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought.

3 Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride;
A byword the nations have made of our name,
With scorn and derision they put us to shame.

4 Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace,
And covered am I with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear,
The foe and avenger against me appear.

5 All this have we suffered,and never forgot
To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought;
Our heart is not turned and our steps have not strayed,
Tho' crushed amid ruins and under death's shade.