1 A Psalm. Of Asaph. O God, the nations have come into your heritage; they have made your holy Temple unclean; they have made Jerusalem a mass of broken walls.

2 They have given the bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the air, and the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.

3 Their blood has been flowing like water round about Jerusalem; there was no one to put them in their last resting-place.

4 We are looked down on by our neighbours, we are laughed at and made sport of by those who are round us.

5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?

6 Let your wrath be on the nations who have no knowledge of you, and on the kingdoms who have not made prayer to your name.

7 For they have taken Jacob for their meat, and made waste his house.

8 Do not keep in mind against us the sins of our fathers; let your mercy come to us quickly, for we have been made very low.

9 Give us help, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name; take us out of danger and give us forgiveness for our sins, because of your name.

10 Why may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.

11 Let the cry of the prisoner come before you; with your strong arm make free the children of death;

12 And give punishment seven times over into the breast of our neighbours for the bitter words which they have said against you, O Lord.

13 So we your people, and the sheep of your flock, will give you glory for ever: we will go on praising you through all generations.

2 Deram o cadáver dos teus filhos por alimento às aves e aos animais da terra.

3 O sangue deles correu por toda Jerusalém, como se fosse água, e nem sequer houve alguém para os enterrar.

4 Torná-mo-nos alvo da zombaria dos nossos vizinhos.

6 Deixa cair a tua cólera sobre as nações pecadoras, que não te conhecem, e sobre os povos que não querem invocar o teu nome, mas não sobre nós.

7 Porque eles destruíram Jacob, o teu povo, e invadiram as suas moradas.

9 Ajuda-nos, ó Deus nosso salvador. Ajuda-nos pela honra do teu nome. Livra-nos e perdoa os nossos pecados por amor do teu nome.

10 Porque hão-de dizer os povos estrangeiros: Onde está o Deus deles? Senhor, vinga publicamente o extermínio do teu povo.

11 Ouve o suspiro dos presos e dos condenados à morte, segundo a grandeza do teu poder.

12 Vinga-te sete vezes das nações nossas vizinhas, que te injuriaram e ofenderam, Senhor.

13 E assim nós, o teu povo, as tuas ovelhas, te louvaremos para sempre, de geração em geração.