1 A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance ; Thy holy temple have they defiled ; They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
2 The 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.
3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem ; And there was none to bury them.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and derision to them that are round about us.
5 How long, O Jehovah ? wilt thou be angry for ever ? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire ?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not, And upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, And laid waste his habitation.
8 Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers : Let thy tender mercies speedily meet us ; For we are brought very low.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name ; And deliver us, and forgive our sins, for thy name’s sake.
10 Wherefore 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.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee : According to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to death ;
12 And render unto 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 Will give thee thanks for ever : We will show forth thy praise to all generations.