O God, the heathen entered have Thine heritance, defil'd

Verse 1

O God the heathen entred have Thine heritance, defil'd Thine holy temple, they on heaps Jerusalem have pil'd.

Verse 2

Thy servants bodies that are dead They given have for meat To fowls of heav'n, to beast of th' earth Flesh of thy saints to eat.

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Their blood they have forth poured round About Jerusalem: Like unto water, and there was None for to bury them.

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To those that near unto us dwell A scorn become are we, A scoffing and reproach to them That round about us be.

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How long Jehovah, wilt thou still Continue in thine ire For ever? shall thy jealousy Burn forth like unto fire?

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Upon the heathen pour thy wrath, Who never did thee know: Upon the kingdoms that have not Call'd on thy name also.

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Because they Jacob have devour'd, And they his dwelling place To utter desolation Did miserably raze.

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Mind not against us former sins O let thy bowels haste Us to prevent, because we are Near utterly laid waste.

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God of our safety help thou us, For th' honour of thy name: Free us also, and purge away Our sins ev'n for the same.

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why say the heathen, where's their God? Before them bring to light The vengeance of thy saints blood-shed, And that before our fight.

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Before thee let the pris'ners sighs Come up accordingly, As mighty is thine arm; save those That are design'd to die.

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And to our neighbours seven fold Into their bosom pay: Their vile reproach wherewith O Lord, Reproached thee have they.

Verse 13

So we thy folk and pasture sheep Will give thee thanks always; And unto generations all We will shew forth thy praise.