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Psalm 79

New Living Translation NLT

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.

2 They have left the bodies of your servants as food for the birds of heaven. The flesh of your godly ones has become food for the wild animals.

3 Blood has flowed like water all around Jerusalem; no one is left to bury the dead.

4 We are mocked by our neighbors, an object of scorn and derision to those around us.

5 O LORD, how long will you be angry with us? Forever? How long will your jealousy burn like fire?

6 Pour out your wrath on the nations that refuse to acknowledge you— on kingdoms that do not call upon your name.

7 For they have devoured your people Israel, making the land a desolate wilderness.

8 Do not hold us guilty for the sins of our ancestors! Let your compassion quickly meet our needs, for we are on the brink of despair.

9 Help us, O God of our salvation! Help us for the glory of your name. Save us and forgive our sins for the honor of your name.

10 Why should pagan nations be allowed to scoff, asking, “Where is their God?” Show us your vengeance against the nations, for they have spilled the blood of your servants.

11 Listen to the moaning of the prisoners. Demonstrate your great power by saving those condemned to die.

12 O Lord, pay back our neighbors seven times for the scorn they have hurled at you.

13 Then we your people, the sheep of your pasture, will thank you forever and ever, praising your greatness from generation to generation.

Common English Bible CEB

1 The nations have come into your inheritance, God! They've defiled your holy temple. They've made Jerusalem a bunch of ruins.

2 They've left your servants' bodies as food for the birds; they've left the flesh of your faithful to the wild animals of the earth.

3 They've poured out the blood of the faithful like water all around Jerusalem, and there's no one left to bury them.

4 We've become a joke to our neighbors, nothing but objects of ridicule and disapproval to those around us.

5 How long will you rage, LORD? Forever? How long will your anger burn like fire?

6 Pour out your wrath on the nations who don't know you, on the kingdoms that haven't called on your name.

7 They've devoured Jacob and demolished his pasture.

8 Don't remember the iniquities of past generations; let your compassion hurry to meet us because we've been brought so low.

9 God of our salvation, help us for the glory of your name! Deliver us and cover our sins for the sake of your name!

10 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!

11 Let the prisoners' groaning reach you. With your powerful arm spare those who are destined to die.

12 Pay back our neighbors seven times over, right where it hurts, for the insults they used on you, Lord.

13 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.