King James VersionPsalms79

Psalms

1 O God, the hea­then are come into thine in­her­i­tance; thy holy tem­ple have they de­filed; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
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 shed 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, LORD? wilt thou be an­gry for ev­er? shall thy jeal­ousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the hea­then 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 O re­mem­ber not against us for­mer in­iq­ui­ties: let thy ten­der mer­cies speed­i­ly pre­vent 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 purge away our sins, for thy name's sake.
10 Where­fore should the hea­then say, Where is their God? let him be known among the hea­then in our sight by the re­veng­ing of the blood of thy ser­vants which is shed.
11 Let the sigh­ing 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 their re­proach, where­with they have re­proached thee, O Lord.
13 So we thy peo­ple and sheep of thy pas­ture will give thee thanks for ev­er: we will shew forth thy praise to all gen­er­a­tions.