Psalm 79
or Coverdale
Deus, venerunt

¹ O God, the heathen have come into your inheritance;
they have profaned your holy temple; *
they have made Jerusalem a heap of rubble.
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.
³ They have shed their blood like water on every side
of Jerusalem, *
and there was no one to bury them.
⁴ We have become a reproach to our neighbors, *
an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
⁵ How long will you be angry, O Lord? *
will your fury blaze like fire for ever?
⁶ Pour out your wrath upon the heathen who have not
known you *
and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon
your Name.
⁷ For they have devoured Jacob *
and made his dwelling a ruin.
⁸ Remember not our past sins;
let your compassion be swift to meet us; *
for we have been brought very low.
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.
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.
¹¹ Let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before you, *
and by your great might spare those who are
condemned to die.
¹² May the revilings with which they reviled you, O Lord, *
return seven-fold into their bosoms.
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.