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.
5. How long, Lord, shall thine anger last?wilt thou still keep the same?And shall thy fervent jealousyburn like unto a flame?
6. On heathen pour thy fury forth,that have thee never known,And on those kingdoms which thy namehave never call'd upon.