1 {A Psalm of Asaph} O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled, and made Jerusalem a heap of stones.
2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the air, and the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the land.
3 Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem, and there was no man to bury them.
4 We are become an open shame unto our enemies, a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.
5 LORD, how long wilt thou be angry? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire forever?
6 Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that know thee not, and upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.
8 O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon; for we are come to great misery.
9 Help us, O God our saviour, for the glory of thy name; O deliver us, and forgive us our sins for thy name's sake.
10 Wherefore shall the heathen say, "Where is now their God?" O let the vengeance of thy servant's blood that is shed, be openly showed upon the heathen in our sight.
11 O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee; and according unto the power of thy arm, preserve those that are appointed to die.