1. O God, the heathen enter'd havethine heritage; by themDefiled is thy house: on heapsthey laid Jerusalem.
2. The bodies of thy servants theyhave cast forth to be meatTo rav'nous fowls; thy dear saints' fleshthey gave to beasts to eat.
3. Their blood about Jerusalemlike water they have shed;And there was none to bury themwhen they were slain and dead.
4. Unto our neighbours a reproachmost base become are we;A scorn and laughingstock to themthat round about us be.