Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One, to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.
Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Before our eyes make known to the nations that you avenge the blood of your servants which has been poured out.
Between the porch and the altar let the priests weep, let the ministers of the Lord weep and say: “Spare your people, Lord! do not let your heritage become a disgrace, a byword among the nations! Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’” The Lord Relents.