1 O God, pagan nations have conquered your land,
your special possession.
They have defiled your holy Temple
and made Jerusalem a heap of ruins.
as food for the birds of heaven.
The flesh of your godly ones
has become food for the wild animals.
no one is left to bury the dead.
an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
How long will your jealousy burn like fire?
on kingdoms that do not call upon your name.
making the land a desolate wilderness.
Let your compassion quickly meet our needs,
for we are on the brink of despair.
Help us for the glory of your name.
Save us and forgive our sins
for the honor of your name.
asking, “Where is their God?”
Show us your vengeance against the nations,
for they have spilled the blood of your servants.
Demonstrate your great power by saving those condemned to die.
for the scorn they have hurled at you.
will thank you forever and ever,
praising your greatness from generation to generation.