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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?
¹¹ O let the vengeance of thy servants’ blood that is shed : be openly shewed upon the heathen in our sight.
¹² O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee : according to the greatness of thy power, preserve thou those that are appointed to die.
¹³ And for the blasphemy wherewith our neighbours have blasphemed thee : reward thou them , O Lord, seven-fold into their bosom.
¹⁴ So we, that are thy people, and sheep of thy pasture, shall give thee thanks for ever : and will alway be shewing forth thy praise from generation to generation.

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