The psalm opens with the memory of the fathers: O God, we have heard with our ears what our fathers have told us, the work you did in their days. With your own hand you drove out the nations and planted Israel; they did not win the land by their own sword nor did their own arm save them, but your right hand and your arm and the light of your face, for you delighted in them. The people confess that God is their king and that they do not trust in their bow or sword: God alone has saved them and they boast in him all day long.
But now the tone changes: yet you have rejected us and disgraced us and no longer go out with our armies. You made us turn back from the foe, and they plundered us; you gave us like sheep for slaughter and scattered us among the nations. You sold your people for a trifle. We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a derision and scorn to those around us, and our disgrace is before us all day.
All this has come upon us, though we have not forgotten you or been false to your covenant; our heart has not turned back. Yet you have broken us in the place of jackals and covered us with deep darkness. If we had forgotten the name of our God, would not God discover it, for he knows the secrets of the heart? For your sake we are killed all the day long and regarded as sheep to be slaughtered. The psalm ends with a cry: awake! Why are you sleeping, O Lord? Rouse yourself, do not reject us forever. Our soul is bowed down to the dust; rise up and come to our help, and redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.