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Psalm 79. Deus, venerunt.
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.
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