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, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become 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.

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.

They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

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

We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.

5 How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?

Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as 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 Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.

7 for they have devoured Jacob and devastated his homeland.

For [one] hath devoured Jacob, And his habitation they have made desolate.

8 Do not hold past sins against us; let Your compassion come quickly, for we are brought low.

Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

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, Because of the honour of Thy name, And deliver us, and cover over 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.

Why do the nations say, 'Where [is] their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

11 May the groans of the captives reach You; by the strength of Your arm preserve those condemned to death.

Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

12 Pay back into the laps of our neighbors sevenfold the reproach they hurled at You, O Lord.

And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they 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.

And we, Thy people, and the flock of Thy pasture, We give thanks to Thee to the age, To all generations we recount Thy praise!