1 O God, the heathen are come into thine
inheritance: thine holy Temple have they
defiled, and made Jerusalem heaps of stones.
2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they
given to be meat unto fowls of the heaven,
and the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of
3 Their blood have they shed like waters, round
about Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.
4 We are a reproach to our neighbors, even a scorn
and derision unto them that are round about us.
5 Lord, how long wilt thou be angry, forever?
shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that
have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that
have not called upon thy Name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and made his
dwelling place desolate.
8 Remember not against us the former iniquities,
but make haste, and let thy tender mercies prevent
us: for we are in great misery.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory
of thy Name, and deliver us, and be merciful unto
our sins for thy Name’s sake.
10 Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is
their God? let them be known among the heathen
in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy
servants that is shed.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come before
thee: according to thy mighty arm preserve the
children of death,
12 And render to our neighbors sevenfold into
their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have
reproached thee, O Lord.
13 So we thy people, and sheep of thy pasture
shall praise thee forever: and from generation to
generation we will set forth thy praise.