Psalm 79  American Standard Version

79 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 ^[a]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 ^[b]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 ^[c]thy power preserve thou ^[d]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.