Psalms 80

¹Unto the end, for wine presses, a Psalm to Asaph himself.

²Rejoice to God our helper: make Jubilation to the God of Jacob.

³Take ye Psalm, and give timbrel: pleasant Psalter with the harp.

⁴Sound ye with trumpet in the new moon, in the notable day of your solemnity.

⁵Because it is a precept in Israel, and judgment to the God of Jacob.

⁶He put it for a testimony in Joseph, when he came out of the Land of Ægypt: he heard a tongue which he knew not.

⁷He turned away his back from burdens: his hands served in baskets.

⁸In tribulation thou didst invocate me, and I heard thee: I heard thee in the secret of the tempest: I proved thee at the water of contradiction.

⁹Hear, o my people, and I will contest thee: Israel if thou wilt hear me.

¹⁰There shall be no new god in thee, neither shalt thou adore a strange god.

¹¹For I am the Lord thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Ægypt: dilate thy mouth and I will fill it.

¹²And my People heard not my voice: and Israel attended not to me.

¹³And I let them alone, according to the desires of their heart, they shall go in their own inventions.

¹⁴If my people had heard me, if Israel had walked in my ways:

¹⁵I had for nothing perhaps humbled their enemies: and had laid my hand upon those that afflict them.

¹⁶The enemies of our Lord have lied to him: and their time shall be for ever.

¹⁷And he fed them of the fat of corn: and out of the rock with honey he filled them.