Psalm 79:1-13

A melody of Aʹsaph. 79  O God, the nations have come into your inheritance;+They have defiled your holy temple;+They have laid Jerusalem in a heap of ruins.+   They have given the dead body of your servants as food to the fowls of the heavens,+The flesh of your loyal ones to the wild beasts of the earth.+   They have poured out their blood like waterAll around Jerusalem, and there is no one to do the burying.+   We have become a reproach to our neighbors,+A derision and a jeering to those round about us.+   How long, O Jehovah, will you be incensed? Forever?+How long will your ardor burn just like fire?+   Pour out your rage upon the nations that have not known you,+And upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your own name.+   For they have eaten up Jacob,+And they have caused his own abiding place to be desolated.+   Do not remember against us the errors of ancestors.+Hurry! Let your mercies confront us,+For we have become greatly impoverished.+   Help us, O God of our salvation,+For the sake of the glory of your name;+And deliver us and cover over our sins on account of your name.+ 10  Why should the nations say: “Where is their God?”+Among the nations let there be known before our eyes+The avenging of the blood of your servants that has been shed.+ 11  May the sighing of the prisoner come in even before you.+According to the greatness of your arm preserve* those appointed to death.*+ 12  And repay to our neighbors seven times into their bosom+Their reproach with which they have reproached you, O Jehovah.*+ 13  As for us your people and the flock of your pasturage,+We shall give thanks to you to time indefinite;From generation to generation we shall declare your praise.+


Or, “leave over.” Sy, “set free.”
Lit., “the sons of death.”
One of 134 scribal changes from YHWH to ʼAdho·naiʹ. See App 1B.