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

the earth.

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.

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