1O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance;
Thy holy temple have they defiled;
They have laid Jerusalem on heaps.

2The dead bodies of thy servants have they given
To be meat unto the fowls of the heaven,
The flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.

3Their blood have they shed like water
Round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.

4We are become a reproach to our neighbours,
A scorn and derision to them that are round about us.

5How long, Lord? wilt thou be angry for ever?
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 laid waste his dwelling place.

8O remember not against us former iniquities:
Let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us:
For we are brought very low.

9Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name:
And deliver us, and purge away our sins, for thy name’s sake.

10Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God?
Let him be known among the heathen in our sight
By the revenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed.

11Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee,
According to the greatness of thy power:
Preserve thou those that are appointed to die;

12And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom
Their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.

13So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture
Will give thee thanks for ever:
We will shew forth thy praise to all generations.