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O God, the heathen have come into Thine inheritance; Thy holy temple have they defiled, they have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
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The dead bodies of Thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heavens, the flesh of Thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
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Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.
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We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
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How long, LORD? Wilt Thou be angry for ever? Shall Thy jealousy burn like fire?
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Pour out Thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known Thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon Thy name;
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for they have devoured Jacob and laid waste his dwelling place.
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O remember not former iniquities against us; let Thy tender mercies go speedily before us, for we are brought very low.