Like sheep for meat thou gavest us; 'mong heathen cast we be.
'Mong nations to o'erthrow their seed, and scatter in each land.
O Lord, thou hast rejected us, and scatter'd us abroad; Thou justly hast displeased been; return to us, O God.
These workers of iniquity do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call?