Psalms 79

Psalm 79

1The Psalmist complaineth of the desolation of Jerusalem: 8he prayeth for deliverance, 13and promiseth thankfulness.
A Psalm aof Asaph.
1 O God, 1the heathen are come into 2thine inheritance; 3thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
2 The 1dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; 1and there was none to bury them.
4 We 1are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
5 1How long, Lord? wilt thou be angry for ever? 2shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 1Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have 2not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
7 For 1they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.
8 O 1remember not against us aformer iniquities: 2let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.
9 1Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, 2for thy name's sake.
10 1Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? 2let him be known among the heathen in our sight by the arevenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed.
11 Let 1the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; 2according to the greatness of athy power bpreserve thou those that are appointed to die;
12 And 1render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom 2their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13 So 1we thy people and 2sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: 3we will shew forth thy praise ato all generations.
Psalms 79