Psalms 79

O God, the heathen have come into your inheritance; they have defiled your holy temple; they have laid Jerusalem in ruins.

They have given the bodies of your servants to the birds of the air for food, the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.

They have poured out their blood like water round about Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.

We have become a taunt to our neighbors, mocked and derided by those round about us.

How long, O Lord? Will you be angry for ever? Will your jealous wrath burn like fire?

Pour out your anger on the nations that do not know you, and on the kingdoms that do not call on your name!

For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his habitation.

Do not remember against us the iniquities of our forefathers; let your compassion come speedily to meet us, for we are brought very low.

Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name; deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name’s sake!

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let the avenging of the outpoured blood of your servants be known among the nations before our eyes!

Let the groans of the prisoners come before you; according to your great power preserve those doomed to die!

Return sevenfold into the bosom of our neighbors the taunts with which they have taunted you, O Lord!

Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for ever; from generation to generation we will recount your praise.