1A psalm for Asaph. O God, the heathens are come into thy inheritance, they have defiled thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a place to keep fruit.
2They have given the dead bodies of thy servants to be meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the earth.
3They have poured out their blood as 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, O Lord, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy zeal be kindled like a fire?