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The Book of Psalms
CHAPTER 79. O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem in ruins.
2 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.
3 Their blood have they poured out like 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? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.
8 Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers: let thy tender mercies come speedily to meet us: for we are brought very low.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and forgive our sins, for thy name's sake.
10 Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God? let it be known among the nations in our sight, vengeance for the blood of thy servants which is shed.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die;
12 And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13 So we thy people and the sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.
