O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance;

2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be food unto the birds of the heavens,

3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem;

4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors,

5 How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry forever?

6 Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not,

7 For they have devoured Jacob,

8 Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers:

9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name;

10 Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God?

11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee:

12 And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom

13 So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture