PSAL. LXXIX.
1 The Israelites complaine to God for the great calamitie and oppression that thei suffred by Gods enemies 8 And cōfessing their sinnes, flee to Gods mercies with ful hope of deliuerance, 10 Because their calamities were ioyned* 1.1 with the contempt of his Name, 13 For the which thei promes to be thankeful.
¶A Psalme committed to Asáph.
1 O God,a 1.2 the heathen are come into thine in heritance: thine holie Temple haue they 〈◊〉〈◊〉, (and) made Ierusalém heapes (of stones.)
2 Theb 1.3 dead bodies of thy seruants haue thei giuen to be meat vnto foules of the heauen: (and) the flesh of thy Sainctes vnto the bea∣stes of the earth.
3 Their blood haue thei shed like waters round about Ierusalém, and there was none 〈◊〉〈◊〉c 1.4 bu∣rye them.
4 We are a reproche to ourd 1.5 neighbours, (euen) a scorne and derision vnto them that are round about vs.
5 Lord, how long wilt thou be angrie for euer shal thy gelousiee 1.6 burne like fyer?
6 * Powre out thy wrath vpon the heathē that haue not knowen thee, and vpon the king∣domes that haue not called vpon thy Name.
7 For thei haue deuoured Iaakób and made his dwelling place desolate.
8 Reméber not against vs thef 1.7 former iniqui∣ties, (but)g 1.8 make haste (&) let thy tēder mer∣cies preuent vs: for we are in great miserie.
9 Helpe vs, ô God of ourh 1.9 saluacion, for the* 1.10 glorie of thy Name, and deliuer vs, and be merciful vnto our sinnes for thy name sake.
10 Wherefore shulde the heathen saie, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed.
11 Let the sighing of thei 1.11 prisoners come be∣fore thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue,k 1.12 the children of death,
12 And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche where with they haue reproched thee, ô Lord.
13 So wethy people, and shepe of thy pasture shal praise thee for euer: and frō generation to generationl 1.13 we wil set forthe thy praise.