O GOD, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; * thy holy temple have they defiled, and made Jerusalem an heap of stones.
 
The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the air, * and the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the land.
 
Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem, * and there was no man to bury them.
 
We are become an open shame to our enemies, * a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.
 
LORD, how long wilt thou be angry? * shall thy jealousy burn like fire for ever?
 
Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that have not known thee; * and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy Name.
 
For they have devoured Jacob, * and laid waste his dwelling-place.
 
O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon; * for we are come to great misery.
 
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy Name: * O deliver us, and be merciful unto our sins, for thy Name's sake.
 
Wherefore do the heathen say, * Where is now their God?
 
O let the vengeance of thy servants' blood that is shed, * be openly showed upon the heathen, in our sight.
 
O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee; * according to the greatness of thy power, preserve thou those that are appointed to die.
 
And for the blasphemy wherewith our neighbours have blasphemed thee, * reward thou them, O Lord, seven-fold into their bosom.
 
So we, that are thy people, and sheep of thy pasture, shall give thee thanks for ever, * and will alway be showing forth thy praise from generation to generation.

HEAR, O thou Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock; * show thyself also, thou that sittest upon the Cherubim.
 
Before Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, * stir up thy strength, and come and help us.
 
Turn us again, O God; * show the light of thy countenance, and we shall be whole.
 
O LORD God of hosts, * how long wilt thou be angry with thy people that prayeth?
 
Thou feedest them with the bread of tears, * and givest them plenteousness of tears to drink.
 
Thou hast made us a very strife unto our neighbours, * and our enemies laugh us to scorn.
 
Turn us again, thou God of hosts; * show the light of thy countenance, and we shall be whole.
 
Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt; * thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it.
 
Thou madest room for it; * and when it had taken root, it filled the land.
 
The hills were covered with the shadow of it, * and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedar-trees.
 
She stretched out her branches unto the sea, * and her boughs unto the River.
 
Why hast thou then broken down her hedge, * that all they that go by pluck off her grapes?
 
The wild boar out of the wood doth root it up, * and the wild beasts of the field devour it.
 
Turn thee again, thou God of hosts, look down from heaven, * behold, and visit this vine;
 
And the place of the vineyard that thy right hand hath planted, * and the branch that thou madest so strong for thyself.
 
It is burnt with fire, and cut down; * and they shall perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.
 
Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand, * and upon the son of man, whom thou madest so strong for thine own self.
 
And so will not we go back from thee: * let us live, and we shall call upon thy Name.
 
Turn us again, O LORD God of hosts; * show the light of thy countenance, and we shall be whole.

SING we merrily unto God our strength; * make a cheerful noise unto the God of Jacob.
 
Take the psalm, bring hither the tabret, * the merry harp with the lute.
 
Blow up the trumpet in the new moon, * even in the time appointed, and upon our solemn feast-day.
 
For this was made a statute for Israel, * and a law of the God of Jacob.
 
This he ordained in Joseph for a testimony, * when he came out of the land of Egypt, and had heard a strange language.
 
I eased his shoulder from the burden, * and his hands were delivered from making the pots.
 
Thou calledst upon me in troubles, and I delivered thee; * and heard thee what time as the storm fell upon thee.
 
I proved thee also * at the waters of strife.
 
Hear, O my people; and I will assure thee, O Israel, * if thou wilt hearken unto me,
 
There shall no strange god be in thee, * neither shalt thou worship any other god.
 
I am the LORD thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt: * open thy mouth wide, and I shall fill it.
 
But my people would not hear my voice; * and Israel would not obey me;
 
So I gave them up unto their own hearts' lusts, * and let them follow their own imaginations.
 
O that my people would have hearkened unto me! * for if Israel had walked in my ways,
 
I should soon have put down their enemies, * and turned my hand against their adversaries.
 
The haters of the LORD should have submitted themselves unto him; * but their time should have endured forever.
 
I would have fed them also with the finest wheat-flour; * and with honey out of the stony rock would I have satisfied thee.

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