O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance: thy holy temple have they defiled, and made Jerusalem an heap of stones.
2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the air: and the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the land.
3 Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem: and there was no man to bury them.
4 We are become an open shame to our enemies: a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.
5 Lord, how long wilt thou be angry: shall thy jealousy burn like fire for ever?
6 Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that have not known thee: and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy Name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob: and laid waste his dwelling-place.
8 O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon: for we are come to great misery.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy Name: O deliver us, and be merciful unto our sins, for thy Name's sake.
10 Wherefore do the heathen say: Where is now their God?