- O Lord the Gentiles do invade,
- thine heritage to spoil,
- Jerusalem an heap is made,
- thy Temple they defile.
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- 2 The bodies of thy Saints most dear
- abroad to birds they cast:
- The flesh of such as do thee fear,
- the beasts devour and waste.
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- 3 Their blood throughout Jerusalem,
- as water spilt they have,
- So that there is not one of them,
- to lay their dead in grave.
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- 4 Thus are we made a laughingstock,
- almost the world throughout:
- The enemies at us jest and mock,
- which dwell our coast about.
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- 5 Wilt thou O Lord, thus in thine ire,
- against us ever fume?
- And show thy wrath as hot as fire,
- thy folk for to consume?
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- 6 Upon those people pour the same,
- which did thee never know:
- All realms which call not on thy name,
- consume and overthrow.
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- 7 For they have got the upper hand,
- and Jacob’s seed destroyed:
- His habitation and his land,
- they have left waste and void.
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- 8 Bear not in mind our former faults,
- with speed some pity show:
- And aid us Lord in all assaults,
- for we are weak and low.