1 O God, pagan nations have conquered your land,your special possession.They have defiled your holy Templeand made Jerusalem a heap of ruins.
2 They have left the bodies of your servantsas food for the birds of heaven.The flesh of your godly oneshas become food for the wild animals.
3 Blood has flowed like water all around Jerusalem;no one is left to bury the dead.
4 We are mocked by our neighbors,an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
5 O lord, how long will you be angry with us? Forever?How long will your jealousy burn like fire?