1 A Psalm for Asaph. God, the pagan nations have come into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a storehouse of fruits. 2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones for the wild beasts of the earth. 3 They have shed their blood as water, all around Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them. 4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those who are all around us. 5 How long, Lord? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire? 6 Pour out your fierce anger upon the pagan nations that have not known you, and upon the kingdoms which have not called upon your name. 7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste. 8 Do not remember our old transgressions; let your tender mercies speedily overtake us;⁠a for we are greatly impoverished. 9 Help us, God our Savior; for the glory of your name, Lord, deliver us; and be merciful to our sins, for your name's sake. 10 For fear that perhaps they should say among the pagan nations, Where is their God? and let the avenging of your servants' blood that has been shed be known among the pagan nations before our eyes. 11 Let the groaning of the prisoners come in before you; according to the greatness of your arm preserve the sons of those killed. 12 Repay to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached you, Lord. 13 For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; we will give you thanks for ever; we will declare your praise throughout all generations.