1 O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance;thy holy temple have they defiled;they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven,the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem;and there was none to bury them.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors,a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
5 How long, Lord? Wilt thou be angry for ever?Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?