^{1 Ref} <A Psalm. Of Asaph.> O God, the nations have come into your heritage; they have made your holy Temple unclean; they have made Jerusalem a mass of broken walls.

^{2 Ref} They have given the bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the air, and the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.

^{3 Ref} Their blood has been flowing like water round about Jerusalem; there was no one to put them in their last resting-place.

^{4 Ref} We are looked down on by our neighbours, we are laughed at and made sport of by those who are round us.