Psalms 79
1 A Psalme committed to Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance: thine holy Temple haue they defiled, and made Ierusalem heapes of stones.
A psalm of Asaph. Heathen, O God, have come into your land, defiling your holy temple, and laying Jerusalem in ruins.
2 The dead bodies of thy seruats haue they giuen to be meat vnto foules of ye heauen: and the flesh of thy Saintes vnto the beastes of the earth.
They 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.
3 Their blood haue they shead like waters rounde about Ierusalem, and there was none to burie them.
Round about Jerusalem they have poured out their blood like water; and there was no one to bury them.
4 Wee are a reproche to our neighbours, euen a scorne and derision vnto them that are round about vs.
On every side our neighbors revile us and mock us and jeer at us.
5 Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
How long will you be angry, O Lord? Will your jealousy burn like fire forever?
6 Powre out thy wrath vpon the heathen that haue not knowen thee, and vpon the kingdomes that haue not called vpon thy Name.
Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
7 For they haue deuoured Iaakob and made his dwelling place desolate.
For Jacob they devoured, they have desolated his home.
8 Remember not against vs the former iniquities, but make haste and let thy tender mercies preuent vs: for we are in great miserie.
Do not remember against us our ancestors’ sins; O meet us soon with your pity, for utterly weak are we.
9 Helpe vs, O God of our saluation, for the glorie of thy Name, and deliuer vs, and be mercifull vnto our sinnes for thy Names sake.
Help us, O God our savior, for the renown of your name: for your reputation deliver us and cover over our sins.
10 Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed.
Why 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.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue the children of death,
May the groans of the prisoner come before you; free the children of death by your mighty arm.
12 And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche, wherewith they haue reproched thee, O Lord.
Pay our neighbors back sevenfold for the scorn they have heaped upon you, O Lord.
13 So wee thy people, and sheepe of thy pasture shall praise thee for euer: and from generation to generation we will set foorth thy praise.
Then we, your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for evermore, and tell your praise to all generations.
