Ps 44 (King James)

   ¹ We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old. ² How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out. ³ For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them. ⁴ Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob. ⁵ Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us. ⁶ For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me. ⁷ But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us. ⁸ In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah.
   ⁹ But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies. ¹⁰ Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us spoil for themselves. ¹¹ Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for meat; and hast scattered us among the heathen. ¹² Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price. ¹³ Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us. ¹⁴ Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people. ¹⁵ My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me, ¹⁶ For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.
   ¹⁷ All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant. ¹⁸ Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way; ¹⁹ Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death. ²⁰ If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god; ²¹ Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart. ²² Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter. ²³ Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever. ²⁴ Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression? ²⁵ For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth. ²⁶ Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies' sake.

Ps 44 (Vulgate)

   ¹ In finem, pro iis qui commutabuntur. Filiis Core, ad intellectum. Canticum pro dilecto.
   ² [Eructavit cor meum verbum bonum :
dico ego opera mea regi.
Lingua mea calamus scribæ
velociter scribentis.
   ³ Speciosus forma præ filiis hominum,
diffusa est gratia in labiis tuis :
propterea benedixit te Deus in æternum.
   ⁴ Accingere gladio tuo super femur tuum, potentissime.
   ⁵ Specie tua et pulchritudine tua
intende, prospere procede, et regna,
propter veritatem, et mansuetudinem, et justitiam ;
et deducet te mirabiliter dextera tua.
   ⁶ Sagittæ tuæ acutæ :
populi sub te cadent,
in corda inimicorum regis.
   ⁷ Sedes tua, Deus, in sæculum sæculi ;
virga directionis virga regni tui.
   ⁸ Dilexisti justitiam, et odisti iniquitatem ;
propterea unxit te Deus, Deus tuus,
oleo lætitiæ, præ consortibus tuis.
   ⁹ Myrrha, et gutta, et casia a vestimentis tuis,
a domibus eburneis ; ex quibus delectaverunt te
   ¹⁰ filiæ regum in honore tuo.
Astitit regina a dextris tuis
in vestitu deaurato, circumdata varietate.
   ¹¹ Audi, filia, et vide, et inclina aurem tuam ;
et obliviscere populum tuum, et domum patris tui.
   ¹² Et concupiscet rex decorem tuum,
quoniam ipse est Dominus Deus tuus, et adorabunt eum.
   ¹³ Et filiæ Tyri in muneribus vultum tuum deprecabuntur ;
omnes divites plebis.
   ¹⁴ Omnis gloria ejus filiæ regis ab intus,
in fimbriis aureis,
   ¹⁵ circumamicta varietatibus.
Adducentur regi virgines post eam ;
proximæ ejus afferentur tibi.
   ¹⁶ Afferentur in lætitia et exsultatione ;
adducentur in templum regis.
   ¹⁷ Pro patribus tuis nati sunt tibi filii ;
constitues eos principes super omnem terram.
   ¹⁸ Memores erunt nominis tui in omni generatione et generationem :
propterea populi confitebuntur tibi in æternum, et in sæculum sæculi.]