44:20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, And spread our hands to a strange God,
44:21 Doth not God search out this? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.
44:22 Surely, for Thy sake we have been slain all the day, Reckoned as sheep of the slaughter.
44:23 Stir up — why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.
44:24 Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,
44:25 For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
44:26 Arise, a help to us, And ransom us for thy kindness’ sake.
45:1 To the Overseer. — `On the Lilies.’ — By sons of Korah. — An Instruction. — A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.
45:2 Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
45:3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
45:4 As to Thy majesty — prosper! — ride! Because of truth, and meekness — righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
45:5 Thine arrows [are] sharp, — Peoples fall under Thee — In the heart of the enemies of the king.
45:6 Thy throne, O God, [is] age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness [Is] the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
45:7 Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
45:8 Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
45:9 Daughters of kings [are] among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
45:10 Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father’s house,
45:11 And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he [is] thy lord — bow thyself to him,
45:12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
45:13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work [is] her clothing.
45:14 In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins — after her — her companions, Are brought to thee.
45:15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
45:16 Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.
45:17 I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!