Psalm 79.
Uh, some of ACF.
Oh, God, the Haven are coming to vein inheritance.
And I, holy temple, have they defiled?
They have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
The dead bodies of the servants.
Have they given to be meat unto the fowls of heaven?
The flesh of the saints until the beasts of the earth.
Their blood, have they shed like water, roundabout, Jerusalem.
And there was none to bury them.
We are become a reproach to our neighbors.
Uh, scorn and derision to them that around about us.
How long a Lord.
We'll double be angry forever.
Shall they jealousy burn like fire.
Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known the.
And upon the kingdoms that have not called upon the name.
For, they have devoured Jacob.
And laid waste his dwelling place.
Oh, remember not against us former inequities.
But they tender mercy speedily.
Prevent us.
For, we are brought very low.
Help us.
Oh God.
Of our salvation for the glory of thy name.
And deliver us and purge way, our sentence for the namesake.
Wherefore should the heathen say, where is their God?
Let him be known among the Haven in our site.
By the revenging of the blood of thy servants, which has shed.
But the signing of the prisoner come before the, according to the greatness
of thy power preserved bow, those.
That are appointed to die.
And render onto our neighbors, seven fold onto their bosom.
Their reproach, where, what they have reproached the Lord.
So we, the eye people and sheep of thy pasture.
We'll give the thanks forever.
We will show forth.
I praise.
To all generations.