{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.

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.

So we, that be the people and sheep of thy pasture, shall give thee thanks forever, and will always be showing forth thy praise, from generation to generation.

LORD, how long wilt thou be angry? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire forever?

Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that know thee not, and upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.

O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon; for we are come to great misery.

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.

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.

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.

And for the blasphemy wherewith our neighbours have blasphemed thee, reward them, O LORD, seven fold into their bosom.

Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem, and there was no man to bury them.

We are become an open shame unto our enemies, a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.

For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.