1A psalm of Asaph. Heathen, O God, have come into your land, defiling your holy temple, and laying Jerusalem in ruins.
2They have given the bodies of your dead servants to the birds of the air to devour, and the flesh of your faithful to the beasts of the field.
3Round about Jerusalem they have poured out their blood like water; and there was no one to bury them.
4On every side our neighbors revile us and mock us and jeer at us.
5How long will you be angry, O Lord? Will your jealousy burn like fire forever?
6Pour out your wrath on the nations that don't know you, on the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
7For Jacob they devoured, they have desolated his home.
8Do not remember against us our ancestors' sins; O meet us soon with your pity, for utterly weak are we.
9Help us, O God our savior, for the renown of your name: for your reputation deliver us and cover over our sins.
10Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let revenge for the outpoured blood of your servants be shown on the heathen before our eyes.
11May the groans of the prisoner come before you; free the children of death by your mighty arm.
12Pay our neighbors back sevenfold for the scorn they have heaped upon you, O Lord.
13Then we, your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for evermore, and tell your praise to all generations.
