They've devoured Jacob and demolished his pasture.
Don't remember the iniquities of past generations; let your compassion hurry to meet us because we've been brought so low.
God of our salvation, help us for the glory of your name! Deliver us and cover our sins for the sake of your name!
Why should the nations say, "Where's their God now?" Let vengeance for the spilled blood of your servants be known among the nations before our very eyes!
Let the prisoners' groaning reach you. With your powerful arm spare those who are destined to die.
Pay back our neighbors seven times over, right where it hurts, for the insults they used on you, Lord.
We are, after all, your people and the sheep of your very own pasture. We will give you thanks forever; we will proclaim your praises from one generation to the next.