O God, the heathen are come into Thine inheritance, they have defiled Thy holy temple; they have made Jerusalem as it were the hut of an orchard-keeper.
They have made the dead bodies of Thy servants to be food for the birds of heaven, the flesh of Thy saints for the beasts of the earth.
They have poured out their blood like water round about Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.
We are become a reproach among our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
How long, O Lord, wilt Thou be wroth unto the end? Shall Thy jealousy be kindled like fire?
Pour out Thy wrath upon the nations that know Thee not, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon Thy name;
For they have devoured Jacob, and his place have they made desolate.
O remember not our iniquities of old; let Thy compassions quickly go before us, O Lord, for we are become exceedingly poor.
Help us, O God our Saviour, for the sake of the glory of Thy name; O Lord, deliver us and be gracious unto our sins for Thy name's sake,
Lest haply the nations say: Where is their God?
Yea, make known among the nations before our eyes the vengeance for Thy servant's blood which hath been shed. Let there come before Thee the groaning of them that be in fetters.
According to the greatness of Thine arm, show Thy care for the sons of the slain.
And render to our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached Thee, O Lord;
For we are Thy people and the sheep of Thy pasture. We will confess Thee, O God, for ever; unto generation and generation we will declare Thy praise.