Psalm 79: Deus, venerunt

O God, the heathen have come into your inheritance;

they have profaned your holy temple; *

they have made Jerusalem a heap of rubble.

They have given the bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the air, *

and the flesh of your faithful ones to the beasts of the field.

They have shed their blood like water on every side of Jerusalem, *

and there was no one to bury them.

We have become a reproach to our neighbors, *

an object of scorn and derision to those around us.

How long will you be angry, O LORD? *

will your fury blaze like fire for ever?

Pour out your wrath upon the heathen who have not known you *

and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your Name.

For they have devoured Jacob *

and made his dwelling a ruin.

Remember not our past sins;

let your compassion be swift to meet us; *

for we have been brought very low.

Help us, O God our Savior, for the glory of your Name; *

deliver us and forgive us our sins, for your Name's sake.

Why should the heathen say, "Where is their God?" *

Let it be known among the heathen and in our sight

that you avenge the shedding of your servants' blood.

Let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before you, *

and by your great might spare those who are condemned to die.

May the revilings with which they reviled you, O Lord, *

return seven-fold into their bosoms.

For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; *

we will give you thanks for ever

and show forth your praise from age to age.