Psalms 79
1O GOD, nations are come into Thine inheritance: they have polluted Thy holy temple. They have made Jerusalem a depository for summer fruits.
2They have given the carcasses of Thy servants to be meat for the birds of the air—the flesh of Thy saints, to the wild beasts of the earth.
3They have poured out their blood like water round Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.
4We are become a reproach to our neighbours—A scoff and a derision to them around us.
5How long, O Lord, wilt Thou be angry? Shall Thy jealousy burn like fire forever?
6Pour out Thy wrath on the nations that have not acknowledged Thee; and on kingdoms which have not invoked Thy name.
7For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste this place of his.
8Remember not our former iniquities: let Thy tender mercies overtake us speedily: as we are greatly distressed;
9help us, O God, our saviour: for Thy glory of Thy name deliver us; and pardon our sins for Thy name’s sake.
10Perhaps they may say among the nations, Where is their God? Let therefore the avengement of the blood of Thy servants, which hath been shed; be known among the nations in our sight.
11Let the groans of the prisoners come before Thee. According to the mighty power of Thine arm; protect the children of them who are slain.
12Retribute to these neighbours of ours—into their bosom sevenfold; their reproach, with which they have reproached Thee, O Lord.
13For we are Thy people and the sheep of Thy pasture: to Thee we will render thanks forever: we will proclaim Thy praise to all generations.