Psalms 79

1 A Psalm of Asaph. The nations, O God, have invaded Your inheritance; they have defiled Your holy temple and reduced Jerusalem to rubble.

A PSALM OF ASAPH. O God, nations have come into Your inheritance, They have defiled Your holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,

2 They have given the corpses of Your servants as food to the birds of the air, the flesh of Your saints to the beasts of the earth.

They gave the dead bodies of Your servants [As] food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of Your saints For the wild beast of the earth.

3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.

They have shed their blood As water around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those around us.

We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.

5 How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?

Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as fire.

6 Pour out Your wrath on the nations that do not acknowledge You, on the kingdoms that refuse to call on Your name,

Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.

7 for they have devoured Jacob and devastated his homeland.

For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.

8 Do not hold past sins against us; let Your compassion come quickly, for we are brought low.

Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of Your name; deliver us and atone for our sins, for the sake of Your name.

Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the glory of Your Name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Your Name’s sake.

10 Why should the nations ask, “Where is their God?” Before our eyes, make known among the nations Your vengeance for the bloodshed of Your servants.

Why do the nations say, “Where [is] their God?” Let [it] be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Your servants that is shed.

11 May the groans of the captives reach You; by the strength of Your arm preserve those condemned to death.

Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.

12 Pay back into the laps of our neighbors sevenfold the reproach they hurled at You, O Lord.

And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.

13 Then we Your people, the sheep of Your pasture, will thank You forever; from generation to generation we will declare Your praise.

And we, Your people, and the flock of Your pasture, We give thanks to You for all time, We recount Your praise from generation to generation!