Coverdale(i)
1 O God, ye Heithen are fallen in to thine heretage: thy holy temple haue they defyled, and made Ierusalem an heape of stones.
2 The deed bodies of thy seruauntes haue they geuen vnto ye foules of the ayre to be deuoured, and the flesh of thy sayntes vnto ye beestes of the londe.
3 Their bloude haue they shed like water on euery syde of Ierusalem, and there was no ma to burie them.