1A Melody of Asaph. 2They have given, The dead bodies of thy servants, As food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy men of lovingkindness, Unto the wild beast of the earth: 3They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury. 4We have become, A reproach to our neighbours,—A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us. 5How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire? 6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called. 7For he hath devoured Jacob,—And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste. 8Do not remember against us former iniquities,—Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low! 9Help us, O God of our salvation, on account of the glory of thy Name,—Rescue us then, and put a propitiatory-covering over our sins, For the sake of thy Name. 10Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! [Yea! By] the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed! 11Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee,—According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death. 12Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay! 13So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding,—To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.