20 No, not when thou hast smitten us into the place of dragons: and covered us with the shadow of death.
21 If we have forgotten the Name of our God, and holden up our hands to any strange god: shall not God search it out? for he knoweth the very secrets of the heart.
22 For thy sake also are we killed all the day long: and are counted as sheep appointed to be slain.
23 Up, Lord, why sleepest thou: awake, and be not absent from us for ever.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face: and forgettest our misery and trouble?
25 For our soul is brought low, even unto the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the ground.
26 Arise, and help us: and deliver us for thy mercy's sake.
PSALM 45. Eructavit cor meum.
My heart is inditing of a good matter: I speak of the things which
I have made unto the
2 My tongue is the pen: of a ready writer.