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