Psalm 79

¹O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance;

Thy holy temple have they defiled;

They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.

²The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be food unto the birds of the heavens,

The flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.

³Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem;

And there was none to bury them.

⁴We are become a reproach to our neighbors,

A scoffing and derision to them that are round about us.

⁵How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry for ever?

Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?

⁶Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not,

And upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.

⁷For they have devoured Jacob,

And laid waste his habitation.

⁸Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers:

Let thy tender mercies speedily meet us;

For we are brought very low.

⁹Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name;

And deliver us, and forgive our sins, for thy name’s sake.

¹⁰Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God?

Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed

Be known among the nations in our sight.

¹¹Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee:

According to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to death;

¹²And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom

Their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.

¹³So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture

Will give thee thanks for ever:

We will show forth thy praise to all generations.