Read Psalm 80
An offering to The Poetry Project
A Prayer of Lament When One Man
Knelt on Another Man’s Neck
Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel,
Hear the prayer of the Israel of God.
You who lead the Church like a flock.
You who are enthroned upon the cherubim, shine forth.
Before our eyes
stir up Your might and come to save us!
Restore us, no, convert us, O God;
let Your face shine, that we may be saved!
O Lord God of hosts,
how long will You be angry with Your people’s prayers?
You have fed us the bread of tears
And given us wailing to drink ever since a man knelt on another man’s neck.
You make us an object of contention for our neighbors,
And our enemies laugh among themselves.
Restore us, please O God of host, convert us!
Let Your face shine, that we may be saved!
Long ago, You brought a vine out of Egypt;
You drove out the nations and planted it.
You cleared the ground for Jacob;
Israel took deep root and filled the land.
And then they sinned.
Jeremiah warned. Daniel warned. All of the prophets warned.
But they did not repent,
and You pushed them out to the corners of the earth.
Must we follow their lead?
Must we experience their sorrow?
Must we hang our hearts in Babylon?
Will You not have mercy on us?
Why have You broken down the walls of the Republic?
Will the nations pluck America’s fruit?
Will the boar from the forest ravage it,
and all the mice of the field feed on its carcass?
Will the nation become a wilderness again?
Will the prosperity and blessings of a nation
follow the path of Venezuela?
Turn again, O God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven, and see;
have regard for this vine.
For too long we have tolerated our sins.
For too long we have not been a city on a hill.
For too long we have neglected the miracles of our past,
and taken for granted the privileges of our heritage.
For too long we have ignored Your ways and despised Your will
and lived comfortably with our corruptions.
Yet we are the stock that Your right hand planted,
red and brown, black and white, yellow and every hue,
we are the nation others call America.
“But let Your hand be on the man of Your right hand,
….. the Son of man whom You have made strong for yourself!
Then we shall not turn back from You;
….. give us life, and we will call upon Your name!
Restore us, O Lord God of hosts!
Let Your face shine, that we may be saved!”
O Lord of Hosts, convert us to You,
Nothing else can save us.
cf. Psalm 80
Go to Psalm 81