THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXIV

Why hast forever cast us off, O God? against thy Flock, In thy delightful Pastures fed, Why does thine Anger smoke? Thine ancient purchas'd Flock remind, The Lot thou did'st possess, And hast redeem'd; this Sion's Mount, Thy famous dwelling Place. Come, see, and speedily requite, The lasting Ruins wrought; All that thy Foes, with impious Rage, Have on thy Temple brought. Thine En'mies roar, where once thy Tribes For sacred Worship met; In Token of their Victory, Their Banners high they've set. The Man that hew'd the Mountain Oak, Was had in great Renown. But now they Ax, and Hammer, join, To break it's carv'd Works down. Thy holy Temple they have cast Into devouring Flame; And, level with the Ground, defil'd The Dwelling of thy Name. At once, our holy Rites, and us, To root out, they presum'd; The Synagogues of God, with Fire, All, thro' the Land, consum'd. We see no more our hopeful Signs, No Prophet calms our Woes; How long our ruin'd State shall last, There's none among us knows.