Psalms.
Chapter 79.
A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps. 
The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth. 
Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them. 
We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us. 
How long, O LORD, wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire? 
Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that know thee not, and upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name. 
For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his habitation. 
Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low. 
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for thy name’s sake. 
Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let the revenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed be known among the heathen in our sight. 
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to death; 
And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord. 
So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations. 
