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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.

The Message Bible MSG

1 God! Barbarians have broken into your home, violated your holy temple, left Jerusalem a pile of rubble!

2 They've served up the corpses of your servants as carrion food for birds of prey, Threw the bones of your holy people out to the wild animals to gnaw on.

3 They dumped out their blood like buckets of water. All around Jerusalem, their bodies were left to rot, unburied.

4 We're nothing but a joke to our neighbors, graffiti scrawled on the city walls.

5 How long do we have to put up with this, God? Do you have it in for us for good? Will your smoldering rage never cool down?

6 If you're going to be angry, be angry with the pagans who care nothing about you, or your rival kingdoms who ignore you.

7 They're the ones who ruined Jacob, who wrecked and looted the place where he lived.

8 Don't blame us for the sins of our parents. Hurry up and help us; we're at the end of our rope.

9 You're famous for helping; God, give us a break. Your reputation is on the line. Pull us out of this mess, forgive us our sins - do what you're famous for doing!

10 Don't let the heathen get by with their sneers: "Where's your God? Is he out to lunch?" Go public and show the godless world that they can't kill your servants and get by with it.

11 Give groaning prisoners a hearing; pardon those on death row from their doom - you can do it!

12 Give our jeering neighbors what they've got coming to them; let their God-taunts boomerang and knock them flat.

13 Then we, your people, the ones you love and care for, will thank you over and over and over. We'll tell everyone we meet how wonderful you are, how praiseworthy you are!