Psalms 79

¹O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance;

²The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be food unto the birds of the heavens,

³Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem;

⁴We are become a reproach to our neighbors,

⁵How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry for ever?

⁶Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not,

⁷For they have devoured Jacob,

⁸Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers:

⁹Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name;

¹⁰Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God?

¹¹Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee:

¹²And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom

¹³So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture