Psalms 80:1-19

God-Enthroned, be revealed in splendor as you ride upon the cherubim! How perfectly you lead us, a people set free. Loving shepherd of Israel—listen to our hearts’ cry! Shine forth from your throne of dazzling light. In the sight of Benjamin, Ephraim, and Manasseh, stir up your mighty power in full display before our eyes. Break through and reveal yourself by coming to our rescue. Revive us, O God! Let your beaming face shine upon us with the sunrise rays of glory; then nothing will be able to stop us. O God, the mighty Commander of Angel Armies, how much longer will you smolder in anger? How much longer will you be disgusted with your people even when they pray? You have fed us with sorrow and grief and made us drink our tears by the bowlful. You’ve made us a thorn in the side of all the neighboring lands, and now they just laugh at us with their mocking scorn. Come back, come back, O God, and restore us! You are the Commander of Angel Armies. Let your beaming face shine upon us with the sunrise rays of glory, and then nothing will be able to stop us! Remember how you transplanted us here like a tender vine from Egypt. You cleared the land for your vineyard, evicting the nations from your land and planting us here. The roots of your vineyard went deep into the soil and filled the land with fruit. Because of your favor on your vineyard, blessing extended to every mountain of influence. Through this flourishing vineyard mighty ones were raised up. The nations were blessed by your fruitful vineyard of Israel, all the way from the Mediterranean Sea to the Euphrates. So Lord, why have you broken down your fence of favor around us? Trespassers can steal the fruit from off our vines, and now every wild beast comes breaking through our wall to ravage us. You’ve left us without protection! Come back, come back, O God to restore us! You are the Commander of Angel Armies. Look down from heaven and see our crisis. Come down and care for your lovely vineyard once again. Nurture our root and our fruit with your loving care. Raise up the Branch-Man, the Son whom you’ve made strong. Enemies chopped down our vine and set it on fire; now show them your anger and let them perish by your frown. Strengthen this Branch-Man, the Son of your love, the Son of Man who dwells at your right hand. Then we will never turn back from you. Revive us again, that we may trust in you. O God, the mighty Commander of Angel Armies, come back and rescue us! Let your beaming face shine upon us with the sunrise rays of glory. Then nothing will ever stop us again!