Psalm 79:1–9

O God, the heathen have come into your inheritance; they have profaned your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a heap of rubble.

They have given the bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the air, and the flesh of your faithful ones to the beasts of the field.

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

We have become a reproach to our neighbors, an object of scorn and derision to those around us.

How long will you be angry, O Lord?  will your fury blaze like fire forever?

Pour out your wrath upon the heathen who have not known you   and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your Name.

For they have devoured Jacob   and made his dwelling a ruin.

Remember not our past sins; let your compassion be swift to meet us;  for we have been brought very low.

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