God

But chose the tribe of Judah, The mount Zion which he loved.

And he built his sanctuary like the heights, Like the earth which he hath established for ever.

He chose David also his servant, And took him from the sheepfolds:

From following the ewes that have their young he brought him, To be the shepherd of Jacob his people, and Israel his inheritance.

O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance; Thy holy temple have they defiled; They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.

The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be food unto the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.

How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou be angry for ever? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?

Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not, And upon the kingdoms that call not upon thy name.

Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers: Let thy tender mercies speedily meet us; For we are brought very low.

Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name; And deliver us, and forgive our sins, for thy name’s sake.

Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God? Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed Be known among the nations in our sight.

Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee: According to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to death;

And render unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom Their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.

So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture Will give thee thanks for ever: We will show forth thy praise to all generations.

Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, Thou that leadest Joseph like a flock; Thou that sittest above the cherubim, shine forth.

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up thy might, And come to save us.

Turn us again, O God; And cause thy face to shine, and we shall be saved.

O Jehovah God of hosts, How long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people?

Turn us again, O God of hosts; And cause thy face to shine, and we shall be saved.

Thou broughtest a vine out of Egypt: Thou didst drive out the nations, and plantedst it.

Why hast thou broken down its walls, So that all they that pass by the way do pluck it?

Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,

And the stock which thy right hand planted, And the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.

It is burned with fire, it is cut down: They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.

Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand, Upon the son of man whom thou madest strong for thyself.