Aaron's Sons, the Priest Shall Put Fire on the Altar

Psalm forty four, national lament and a prayer for help to the choir master. We have boasted continually, and we will give thanks your name for ever. Yet you have cast us off and abased us and have not gone out with our armies. You have made us like sheep for the slaughter and have scattered us among the nations. Why do you hide your affliction? For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Rise up to our help! Deliver us from this place of confusion where we are living in indigestion. I give you thanks for bringing us a new day - bring it now!'