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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.+ 2 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.+ 3 They have poured out their blood like water All around Jerusalem, and there is no one to do the burying.+ 4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors,+ A derision and a jeering to those round about us.+ 5 How long, O Jehovah, will you be incensed? Forever?+ How long will your ardor burn just like fire?+ 6 Pour out your rage upon the nations that have not known you,+ And upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your own name.+ 7 For they have eaten up Jacob,+ And they have caused his own abiding place to be desolated.+ 8 Do not remember against us the errors of ancestors.+ Hurry! Let your mercies confront us,+ For we have become greatly impoverished.+ 9 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.+