Psalms 79
1 A Psalm of Asaph. The nations, O God, have invaded Your inheritance; they have defiled Your holy temple and reduced Jerusalem to rubble.
A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance; Thy holy temple have they defiled; They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
2 They have given the corpses of Your servants as food to the birds of the air, the flesh of Your saints to the beasts of the earth.
The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be food unto the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.
Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; And there was none to bury them.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those around us.
We are become a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and derision to them that are round about us.
5 How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry for ever? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out Your wrath on the nations that do not acknowledge You, on the kingdoms that refuse to call on Your name,
Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not, And upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.
7 for they have devoured Jacob and devastated his homeland.
For they have devoured Jacob, And laid waste his habitation.
8 Do not hold past sins against us; let Your compassion come quickly, for we are brought low.
Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers: Let thy tender mercies speedily meet us; For we are brought very low.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of Your name; deliver us and atone for our sins, for the sake of Your name.
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name; And deliver us, and forgive our sins, for thy name’s sake.
10 Why should the nations ask, “Where is their God?” Before our eyes, make known among the nations Your vengeance for the bloodshed of Your servants.
Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God? Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed Be known among the nations in our sight.
11 May the groans of the captives reach You; by the strength of Your arm preserve those condemned to death.
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee: According to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to death;
12 Pay back into the laps of our neighbors sevenfold the reproach they hurled at You, O Lord.
And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom Their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13 Then we Your people, the sheep of Your pasture, will thank You forever; from generation to generation we will declare Your praise.
So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture Will give thee thanks for ever: We will show forth thy praise to all generations.
