1 O God, the heathen have come into your heritage; ♦︎
your holy temple have they defiled
and made Jerusalem a heap of stones.
2 The dead bodies of your servants they have given
to be food for the birds of the air, ♦︎
and the flesh of your faithful to the beasts of the field.
3 Their blood have they shed like water
on every side of Jerusalem, ♦︎
and there was no one to bury them.
4 We have become the taunt of our neighbours, ♦︎
the scorn and derision of those that are round about us.
5 Lord, how long will you be angry, for ever? ♦︎
How long will your jealous fury blaze like fire?
6 Pour out your wrath upon the nations that have not known you, ♦︎
and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob ♦︎
and laid waste his dwelling place.
8 Remember not against us our former sins; ♦︎
let your compassion make haste to 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 wipe away our sins for your names sake.