Psalms 79 A Psalm by Asaph. GOD, nations are come into thine inheritance: they have polluted thy holy temple. They have made Jerusalem a depository for summer fruits.

Thomson⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ A Psalm by Asaph. GOD, nations are come into thine inheritance: they have polluted thy holy temple. They have made Jerusalem a depository for summer fruits. ² They have given the carcasses of thy servants to be meat for the birds of the air; the flesh of thy saints, to the wild beasts of the earth. ³ They have poured out their blood like water round Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them. ⁴ We are become a reproach to our neighbours; A scoff and a derision to them around us. ⁵ How long, Lord, wilt thou be angry? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire forever? ⁶ Pour out thy wrath on the nations that have not acknowledged thee; and on kingdoms which have not invoked thy name. ⁷ For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste this place of his. ⁸ Remember not our former iniquities: let thy tender mercies overtake us speedily: as we are greatly distressed; ⁹ help us, God, our saviour: for thy glory of thy name deliver us; and pardon our sins for thy name's sake. ¹⁰ Perhaps they may say among the nations, Where is their God? Let therefore the avengement of the blood of thy servants, which hath been shed; be known among the nations in our sight. ¹¹ Let the groans of the prisoners come before thee. According to the mighty power of thine arm; protect the children of them who are slain. ¹² Retribute to these neighbours of ours; into their bosom seven fold; their reproach, with which they have reproached thee, Lord. ¹³ For we are thy people and the sheep of thy pasture: to thee we will render thanks forever: we will proclaim thy praise to all generations.