Psalms 79:1-9

God, won’t you do something? Barbarians have invaded your inheritance. Your temple of holiness has been violated, and Jerusalem has been left in ruins. The corpses of your loving people are lying in the open— food for the beasts and the birds. The shed blood of your servants has soaked the city, with no one left to bury the dead. Now the nearby nations heap their scorn upon us, scoffing, mocking us incessantly. How much longer, O  YAHWEH, must we endure this? Does your anger have no end? Will your jealousy burn like a raging fire? If you’re going to pour out your anger, pour it out on all these nations around us, not on us! They’re the ones who do not love you like we do! See how they’ve attacked us, consuming the land, leaving it desolate. Please, God, don’t hold the sins of our fathers against us. Don’t make us pay for their sins. Hurry to our side, and let your tenderhearted mercy meet us in our need, for we are devastated beyond belief. Our hero, come and rescue us! O God of the breakthrough, for the glory of your name, come and help us! Forgive and restore us; heal us and cover us in your love.