PSALM 74. Ut quid, Deus?
O God, wherefore art thou absent from us so long: why is thy wrath so hot against the sheep of thy pasture?
2 O think upon thy congregation: whom thou hast purchased and redeemed of old.
3 Think upon the tribe of thine inheritance: and Mount Sion, wherein thou hast dwelt.
4 Lift up thy feet, that thou mayest utterly destroy every enemy: which hath done evil in thy sanctuary.
5 Thine adversaries roar in the midst of thy congregations: and set up their banners for tokens.
6 He that hewed timber afore out of the thick trees: was known to bring it to an excellent work.
7 But now they break down all the carved work thereof: with axes and hammers.
8 They have set fire upon thy holy places: and have defiled the dwelling-place of thy Name, even unto the ground.
9 Yea, they said in their hearts, Let us make havock of them altogether: thus have they burnt up all the houses of God in the land.