79 O God, the heathen have come into Your inheritance. They have defiled Your Holy Temple and made Jerusalem heaps of stones.

² The dead bodies of Your servants they have given to be food to birds of the heaven, and the flesh of Your saints to the beasts of the Earth.

³ They have shed their blood like waters, all around Jerusalem; and there was no one to bury them.

⁴ We are a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those around us.

⁵ LORD, how long will You be angry? Forever? Shall Your jealousy burn like fire?

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 place desolate.

⁸ Do not remember our former iniquities against us, but let Your tender mercies come quickly to meet us; for we are in great misery.

⁹ Help us, O God of Our Salvation, for the Glory of Your Name; and deliver us and be merciful to our sins for Your Name’s sake.

¹⁰ Why should the heathen say, “Where is their God?” Let them be known among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of Your servants that is shed.

¹¹ Let the sighing of the prisoners come before You. Preserve the children of death according to Your mighty arm

¹² and render to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached You, O LORD.

¹³ So we, Your people, and sheep of Your pasture, shall praise You forever; and from generation to generation we will set forth Your praise. To him who excels on Shoshannim Eduth: A Psalm committed to Asaph