Then we, your people, the sheep of your pasture, will give thanks to you forever; from generation to generation we will recount your praise.
Know that the Lord is God, he made us, we belong to him, we are his people, the flock he shepherds.
One generation praises your deeds to the next and proclaims your mighty works.
You have brought us victory over our enemies, shamed those who hate us.
The throne of your fathers your sons will have; you shall make them princes through all the land.
A maskil of Asaph. Why, God, have you cast us off forever? Why does your anger burn against the sheep of your pasture?
Remember how the enemy has jeered, Lord, how a foolish people has reviled your name.
Arise, God, defend your cause; remember the constant jeering of the fools.
For he is our God, we are the people he shepherds, the sheep in his hands. Oh, that today you would hear his voice:
The people whom I formed for myself, that they might recount my praise.