Ps 79
1
A Psalm for Asaph. - O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; they have
polluted your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a storehouse of fruits.
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They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky,
the flesh of your holy ones for the wild beasts of the earth.
3
They have shed their blood as water, round about Jerusalem; and there was none to
bury them.
4
We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are
round about us.
5
How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
6
Pour out your anger upon the heathen that have not known you, and upon the kingdoms
which have not called upon your name.
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For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste.
8
Remember not our old transgressions; let your tender mercies speedily prevent us;
for we are greatly impoverished.
9
Help us, O God our Saviour; for the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us; and be
merciful to our sins, for your name’s sake.
10
Lest haply they should say among the heathen, Where is their God? and let the avenging
of your servant’s blood that has been shed be known among the heathen before our eyes.
11
Let the groaning of the prisoners come in before you; according to the greatness of
your arm preserve the i. e. men appointed to die sons of the slain ones.
12
Repay to our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they
have reproached you, O Lord.
13
For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; we will give you thanks for
ever; we will declare your praise throughout all generations.