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A Psalm of Asaph.
1 O God, the heathen enter’d have thine ‘herit’nce, and defil’d thine holy temple: they on heaps Jerusalem have pil’d. 2 The dead bodies of thy servants they given have for meat to th’ fowls of heav’n: flesh of thy saints for beasts of earth to eat.
3 Their blood they have forth poured round about Jerusalem like unto waters: and there was none for to bury them. 4 To those that near unto us dwell reproach become are we: a scoffing and a scorn to them that round about us be.
5 How long, Jehovah, wilt thou still continue in thine ire, for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like as doth the fire? 6 Upon the heathen pour thy wrath which never did thee know, upon the kingdoms that have not call’d on thy name also.
7 Because they Jacob have devour’d: his habitation they also wondrously have brought to desolation. 8 Mind not against us former sins, let thy mercies make haste us to prevent: because we are near utterly laid waste.
9 God of our safety, help thou us for thy name’s glory make, us free also, and purge away our sin for thy name’s sake. 10 Why say the heathen where’s their God? with heathen let be known before our eyes, the vengeance of thy servants’ blood out flown.
11 Before thee let the prisoner’s sighs come up, accordingly as is thy mighty arm: save those that are design’d to die; 12 And to our neighbours seven fold, into their bosom pay, that their reproach, with which, O Lord, reproached thee have they.
13 So we thy folk and pasture sheep, will give thee thanks always: and unto generations all, we will show forth thy praise.