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Psalms 79

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PS 79:1 A Psalm of Asaph. O God, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,

PS 79:2 They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

PS 79:3 They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

PS 79:4 We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.

PS 79:5 Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.

PS 79:6 Pour Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.

PS 79:7 For `one' hath devoured Jacob, And his habitation they have made desolate.

PS 79:8 Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

PS 79:9 Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the honour of Thy name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Thy name's sake.

PS 79:10 Why do the nations say, `Where `is' their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

PS 79:11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

PS 79:12 And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.

PS 79:13 And we, Thy people, and the flock of Thy pasture, We give thanks to Thee to the age, To all generations we recount Thy praise!