O GOD, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; * thy holy temple have they defiled, and made Jerusalem an heap of stones.       2 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.       3 Their blood have they shed like water on every side of Jerusalem, * and there was no man to bury them.       4 We are become an open shame to our enemies, * a very scorn and derision unto them that are round about us.       5 LORD, how long wilt thou be angry? * shall thy jealousy burn like fire for ever?       6 Pour out thine indignation upon the heathen that have not known thee; * and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy Name.       7 For they have devoured Jacob, * and laid waste his dwelling-place.       8 O remember not our old sins, but have mercy upon us, and that soon; * for we are come to great misery.       9 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.     10 Wherefore do the heathen say, * Where is now their God?     11 O let the vengeance of thy servants' blood that is shed, * be openly showed upon the heathen, in our sight.     12 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.     13 And for the blasphemy wherewith our neighbours have blasphemed thee, * reward thou them, O Lord, sevenfold into their bosom.    14 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.