| 1. | 1 O God, to your inheritance the heathen entrance made; they have defiled your house, in heaps have Salem laid. |
| 2. | 2 Your servants' bodies they have cast to fowls of heav'n for meat; the flesh of your dear saints they gave wild beasts to eat. |
| 3. | 3 Their blood about Jerusalem like water they have shed; and there was none to bury them when they were dead. |
| 4. | 4 To all our neighbors we've become a scorn and a reproach a laughingstock to all who now on us encroach. |
| 5. | 5 How long, O LORD? Your wrath toward us will you forever turn? and will your fire-like jealousy forever burn? |
| 6. | 6 On heathen kingdoms pour your wrath, who call not on your name, 7 for Jacob they devour, and waste his fields with flame. |
| 7. | 8 Remember not our fathers' sins, which guilt on us bestow. Let your compassion soon meet us, brought very low.
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4/09/11
Psalm 79 (first half)
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