¹ A Psalm by Asaph. God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.

² They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones to the animals of the earth.

³ Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.

⁴ We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us.

⁵ How long, Jehovah? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?

⁶ Pour out your wrath on the nations that do not know you; on the kingdoms that do not call on your name;

⁷ For they have devoured Jacob, and destroyed his homeland.

⁸ Do not hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.

⁹ Help us, God of our salvation, for the glory of your name. Deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name's sake.

¹⁰ Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants' blood is being poured out.

¹¹ Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are sentenced to death.

¹² Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Lord.

¹³ So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks forever. We will praise you forever, to all generations.