A Psalm of Asaph.
O God, the heathen are come1 into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled;14 they have laid1 Jerusalem on heaps.
The dead bodies of thy servants have they given1 [to be] meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
Their blood have they shed1 like water round about Jerusalem; and [there was] none to bury6 [them].
We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
How long, LORD? wilt thou be angry4 for ever? shall thy jealousy burn4 like fire?
Pour out3 thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known1 thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called1 upon thy name.
For they have devoured1 Jacob, and laid waste52 his dwelling place.
O remember4 not against us former iniquities: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent17 us: for we are brought very low.1
Help3 us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver54 us, and purge away16 our sins, for thy name's sake.
Wherefore should the heathen say,4 Where [is] their God? let him be known11 among the heathen in our sight [by] the revenging of the blood of thy servants [which is] shed.7
Let the sighing of the prisoner come4 before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve54 thou those that are appointed to die;
And render54 unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached14 thee, O Lord.
So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks55 for ever: we will shew forth17 thy praise to all generations.