Psalm 79

New Coverdale Version

O God, the nations have come into your inheritance; * they have defiled your holy temple, and made Jerusalem a heap of stones.

The dead bodies of your servants have they given to be meat for the birds of the air, * and the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the land.

Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem, * and there was no one to bury them.

We have become a reproach to our enemies, * an object of scorn and derision to those who are round about us.

O Lord, how long will you be angry? * Shall your jealousy burn like fire for ever?

Pour out your indignation upon the nations that have not known you, * and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your Name.

For they have devoured Jacob * and laid waste his dwelling place.

O remember not our past sins, but have mercy on us speedily, * for we have come to great misery.

Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your Name; * O deliver us and forgive our sins for your Name’s sake.

Why do the nations say, * “Where now is their God?”

O let the vengeance of your servants’ blood that is shed * be known in our sight among the nations.

O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before you; * according to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are condemned to die.

As for the blasphemy by which our neighbors have blasphemed you, * repay them, O Lord, seven-fold into their bosoms.

So we, who are your people and the sheep of your pasture, shall give you thanks for ever, * and will always be showing forth your praise from generation to generation.