| 1 | O God, the heathen have come into your inheritance;
they have profaned your holy temple; *
they have made Jerusalem a heap of rubble.
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| 2 | They have given the bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the air, *
and the flesh of your faithful ones to the beasts of the field.
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| 3 | They have shed their blood like water on every side of Jerusalem, *
and there was no one to bury them.
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| 4 | We have become a reproach to our neighbors, *
an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
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| 5 | How long will you be angry, O LORD? *
will your fury blaze like fire for ever?
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| 6 | Pour out your wrath upon the heathen who have not known you *
and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your Name.
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| 7 | For they have devoured Jacob *
and made his dwelling a ruin.
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| 8 | Remember not our past sins;
let your compassion be swift to meet us; *
for we have been brought very low.
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| 9 | Help us, O God our Savior, for the glory of your Name; *
deliver us and forgive us our sins, for your Name's sake.
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| 10 | Why should the heathen say, "Where is their God?" *
Let it be known among the heathen and in our sight
that you avenge the shedding of your servants' blood.
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| 11 | Let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before you, *
and by your great might spare those who are condemned to die.
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| 12 | May the revilings with which they reviled you, O Lord, *
return seven-fold into their bosoms.
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| 13 | For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; *
we will give you thanks for ever
and show forth your praise from age to age.
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