1«A Psalm of Asaph.» O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps. 2The dead 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. 3Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and [there was] none to bury [them]. 4We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us. 5How long, LORD? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire? 6Powre out thy wrath vpon the heathen that haue not knowen thee, and vpon the kingdomes that haue not called vpon thy Name. 7For they haue deuoured Iaakob and made his dwelling place desolate. 8O remember not against us former iniquities: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low. 9Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for thy name's sake. 10Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed. 11Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die; 12And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche, wherewith they haue reproched thee, O Lord. 13So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.