79 O
god, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have
they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps. 2 The
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. 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 neighbours, a scorn and derision to them
that are round about us. 5 How
long, LORD? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like
fire? 6 Pour
out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known thee, and upon the
kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
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For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place. 8 O remember
not against us former iniquities: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent
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
purge away our sins, for thy name's sake. 10 Wherefore
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. 11 Let
the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness
of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die; 12 And
render unto our neighbours 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 shew forth thy praise to all generations.