Psalm 79
Psalm 79
ST. KILDA  |  Same-Tune Hymns  |  Bible Passage
Author: Scottish Psalter

1   O GOD, into thy heritage
          The heathen entrance made; 
     Thy holy place they have defiled;
          On heaps Jerusalem laid.
2   Thy servants' bodies they have cast
          To fowls of heaven for meat;
     And of thy saints have thrown the flesh
          To beasts of earth to eat.

3   Their blood about Jerusalem
          Like water they have shed;
     And there was none to bury them
          When they were slain and dead. 
4   Unto our neighbours a reproach
          Most base become are we;
     A scorn and laughing-stock to those
          That round about us be.

5   How long, Lord, shall thine anger last?
          Wilt thou still keep the same? 
     And shall thy fervent jealousy
          Burn like unto a flame?
6   Thy fury on the heathen pour
          That have thee never known, 
     And on those kingdoms which thy name
          Have never called upon.

7   For these are they who have devoured
          Thy servant Jacob's race;
     And they all waste and desolate
          Have made his dwelling-place. 
8   Against us count not former sins,
          Thy tender mercies show;
     Let them prevent us speedily:
          We are brought very low.

9   For thy name's glory help us, Lord,
          Who hast our Saviour been: 
     Deliver us; for thy name's sake
          O purge away our sin.
10 Why say the heathen, Where's their God?
          Let him to them be known,
     When those who shed thy servants' blood
          Are in our sight o'erthrown.

11 O let the prisoner's sighs ascend
          Before thy sight on high; 
     Preserve thou in thy mighty power
          Those that are doomed to die.
12 And to our neighbours' bosom let
          It sevenfold rendered be,
     Even the reproach wherewith they have,
          O Lord, reproached thee.

13 So we, thy folk, and pasture-sheep,
          Shall give thee thanks always;
     And unto generations all
          We will show forth thy praise.


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1 ¶ O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
2 The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
5 How long, LORD? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 ¶ Pour out thy wrath 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 against us former iniquities: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for thy name's sake.
10 Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be known among the heathen in our sight by the revenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die;
12 And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13 So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.