2 Deram o cadáver dos teus filhos por alimento às aves e aos animais da terra.
3 O sangue deles correu por toda Jerusalém, como se fosse água, e nem sequer houve alguém para os enterrar.
4 Torná-mo-nos alvo da zombaria dos nossos vizinhos.
6 Deixa cair a tua cólera sobre as nações pecadoras, que não te conhecem, e sobre os povos que não querem invocar o teu nome, mas não sobre nós.
7 Porque eles destruíram Jacob, o teu povo, e invadiram as suas moradas.
9 Ajuda-nos, ó Deus nosso salvador. Ajuda-nos pela honra do teu nome. Livra-nos e perdoa os nossos pecados por amor do teu nome.
10 Porque hão-de dizer os povos estrangeiros: Onde está o Deus deles? Senhor, vinga publicamente o extermínio do teu povo.
11 Ouve o suspiro dos presos e dos condenados à morte, segundo a grandeza do teu poder.
12 Vinga-te sete vezes das nações nossas vizinhas, que te injuriaram e ofenderam, Senhor.
13 E assim nós, o teu povo, as tuas ovelhas, te louvaremos para sempre, de geração em geração.
1 A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the nations have come into your inheritance; Your holy temple they have defiled; They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
2 The dead bodies of your slaves they have given to be food to the birds of the heavens, The flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.
3 Their blood they have shed like water round about Jerusalem; And there was none to bury them.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and derision to those who are round about us.
5 How long, O Yahweh? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?
6 Pour out your wrath on the nations that don't know you, And on the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, And laid waste his habitation.
8 Don't remember against us the iniquities of our forefathers: Let your tender mercies speedily meet us; For we are brought very low.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name; And deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name's sake.
10 Why should the nations say, Where is their God? Let the avenging of the blood of your slaves which is shed Be known among the nations in our sight.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you: According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are appointed to death;
12 And render to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom Their reproach, with which they have reproached you, O Lord.
13 So we your people and sheep of your pasture Will give you thanks forever: We will show forth your praise to all generations.