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Psalm 79 The Message (MSG)

An Asaph Psalm

1-4. God! Barbarians have broken into your home,violated your holy temple,left Jerusalem a pile of rubble!They’ve served up the corpses of your servantsas carrion food for birds of prey,Threw the bones of your holy peopleout to the wild animals to gnaw on.They dumped out their bloodlike buckets of water.All around Jerusalem, their bodieswere left to rot, unburied.We’re nothing but a joke to our neighbors,graffiti scrawled on the city walls.

5-7. How long do we have to put up with this, God?Do you have it in for us for good?Will your smoldering rage never cool down?If you’re going to be angry, be angrywith the pagans who care nothing about you,or your rival kingdoms who ignore you.They’re the ones who ruined Jacob,who wrecked and looted the place where he lived.

8-10. Don’t blame us for the sins of our parents.Hurry up and help us; we’re at the end of our rope.You’re famous for helping; God, give us a break.Your reputation is on the line.Pull us out of this mess, forgive us our sins—do what you’re famous for doing!Don’t let the heathen get by with their sneers:“Where’s your God? Is he out to lunch?”Go public and show the godless worldthat they can’t kill your servants and get by with it.

11-13. Give groaning prisoners a hearing;pardon those on death row from their doom—you can do it!Give our jeering neighbors what they’ve got coming to them;let their God-taunts boomerang and knock them flat.Then we, your people, the ones you love and care for,will thank you over and over and over.We’ll tell everyone we meethow wonderful you are, how praiseworthy you are!