1. You walked off and left us, and never looked back.God, how could you do that?We’re your very own sheep;how can you stomp off in anger?
2-3. Refresh your memory of us—you bought us a long time ago.Your most precious tribe—you paid a good price for us!Your very own Mount Zion—you actually lived here once!Come and visit the site of disaster,see how they’ve wrecked the sanctuary.
4-8. While your people were at worship, your enemies barged in,brawling and scrawling graffiti.They set fire to the porch;axes swinging, they chopped up the woodwork,Beat down the doors with sledgehammers,then split them into kindling.They burned your holy place to the ground,violated the place of worship.They said to themselves, “We’ll wipe them all out,”and burned down all the places of worship.
18-21. Mark and remember, God, all the enemytaunts, each idiot desecration.Don’t throw your lambs to the wolves;after all we’ve been through, don’t forget us.Remember your promises;the city is in darkness, the countryside violent.Don’t leave the victims to rot in the street;make them a choir that sings your praises.
22-23. On your feet, O God—stand up for yourself!Do you hear what they’re saying about you,all the vile obscenities?Don’t tune out their malicious filth,the brawling invective that never lets up.