1Yo God, the haters rolled up on your spot; they totally wrecked your holy temple and stacked Jerusalem like a Jenga tower.

2They threw your crew’s dead bodies to the birds, and your saints’ flesh to the beasts, no cap.

3Their blood was spilled like water all around Jerusalem, and no one was there to give them a proper send-off.

4We’re straight-up a joke to our neighbors, like, they’re clowning us hard right now.

5How long, Lord? You gonna stay mad forever? Is your jealousy gonna burn like a savage fire?

6Spill your wrath on the haters who don’t even know you, and on those kingdoms that don’t call your name.

7They straight-up devoured Jacob and wrecked his crib.

8Please don’t hold our past mess-ups against us; show us some of that tender mercy, we’re down bad.

9Help us, O God of our salvation, for your name’s glory: save us and clean up our sins, all for your name’s sake.

10Why should the haters say, “Where’s their God?” Let them see you flex on the nations by avenging the blood of your servants.

11Let the cries of the prisoners hit you up; with your power, keep those who are set to die safe, fr.

12And give our neighbors back seven times the shade they threw at you, O Lord.

13So we, your people and the sheep of your pasture, will shout out your thanks forever: we’ll rep your praise to all generations.

1O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.

2The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.

3Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.

4We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.

5How long, Lord? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?

6Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.

7For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.

8O remember not against us former iniquities: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.

9Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for thy name’s sake.

10Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be known among the heathen in our sight by the revenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed.

11Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die;

12And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.

13So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.