1 O God, nations have entered your inheritance; they have defiled your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a heap of ruins.
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants to the birds of the sky for food, the flesh of your godly ones to the animals of the earth.
3 They have spilled their blood like water around Jerusalem, and no one buries them.
4 We have become a scorn to our neighbors, a joke and a laughingstock to those around us.
5 Until when, O LORD? Will you be angry for good? Will your jealousy blaze like fire?
6 Pour out your fury on the nations that do not know you, on the kingdoms that do not call upon your name,
7 for they have eaten up Jacob and made his pasture desolate.
8 Do not hold against us the iniquities of those before us; let your mercies hurry to meet us, for we are brought very low.
9 Help us, God of our salvation, for the sake of the glory of your name; rescue us and make atonement for our sins for your name's sake.
10 Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let the vengeance for your servants' spilled blood be known among the nations in our sight.
11 Let the sighing of the captive come before you; by the greatness of your arm, keep alive the children of death.
12 And pay back to our neighbors seven times into their lap the taunts with which they have taunted you, O Lord.
13 And we, your people and the flock of your pasture, will thank you forever; to generation after generation we will recount your praise.