Pour out your judgment on them! May your raging anger overtake them!

But as for me, my feet almost slipped; my feet almost slid out from under me.

They have made their blood flow like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury them.

He would pour contempt upon princes, and he made them wander in a wasteland with no road.

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him about my troubles.

My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Before our very eyes may the shed blood of your servants be avenged among the nations!

I will remember and weep! For I was once walking along with the great throng to the temple of God, shouting and giving thanks along with the crowd as we celebrated the holy festival.

Trust in him at all times, you people! Pour out your hearts before him! God is our shelter! (Selah)

Pour out your anger on the nations that do not acknowledge you, on the kingdoms that do not pray to you!

The prayer of an oppressed man, as he grows faint and pours out his lament before the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer! Pay attention to my cry for help!

They shed innocent blood – the blood of their sons and daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan. The land was polluted by bloodshed.