A psalm of Asaph.
1 O Elohim, the gentiles have come into Your inheritance;
They have defiled Your qodesh Hĕyḵal;
They turned Yerushalayim into ruins.
2 They have given the dead bodies of Your servants
As food for the birds of the shamayim,
The flesh of Your kind ones to the wild beast of the earth.
3 They have poured out their blood
Like water all around Yerushalayim,
With no one to bury.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbours,
A scorn and a mockery to those who are around us.
5 How long, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
Would You be enraged forever?
Would Your jealousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out Your wrath on the gentiles
Who have not known You,
And on reigns that have not called on Your Name
7 For they have devoured Ya’aqoḇ,
And laid waste his pasture.
8 Do not remember against us
The wickednesses of the fathers!
Let Your compassion speedily meet us,
For we have been greatly weakened.
9 Help us, O Elohim of our deliverance,
For the sake of the esteem of Your Name.
And deliver us, and cover over our sins,
For Your Name’s sake!
10 Why should the gentiles say,
“Where is their Elohim?”
Let the vengeance of the outpoured blood of Your servants
Be known among the gentiles,
Before our eyes.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come before You.
According to the greatness of Your arm
Preserve those appointed to death.
12 And repay to our neighbours sevenfold
Their reproach, into their bosom,
With which they have reproached You, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄.
13 And we, Your people and the sheep of Your pasture,
We give thanks to You forever;
From generation to generation we show forth Your praise.