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.
Of Asaph. God, hethene men cam in to thin eritage; thei defouliden thin hooli temple, thei settiden Jerusalem in to the keping of applis.
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.
Thei settiden the slayn bodies of thi seruauntis, meetis to the volatilis of heuenes; the fleischis of thi seyntis to the beestis of the erthe.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.
Thei schedden out the blood of hem, as watir in the cumpas of Jerusalem; and noon was that biriede.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those around us.
We ben maad schenschipe to oure neiyboris; mowynge and scornynge to hem, that ben in oure cumpas.
5 How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
Lord, hou longe schalt thou be wrooth in to the ende? schal thi veniaunce be kyndelid as fier?
6 Pour out Your wrath on the nations that do not acknowledge You, on the kingdoms that refuse to call on Your name,
Schede out thin ire in to hethene men, that knowen not thee; and in to rewmes, that clepiden not thi name.
7 for they have devoured Jacob and devastated his homeland.
For thei eeten Jacob; and maden desolat his place.
8 Do not hold past sins against us; let Your compassion come quickly, for we are brought low.
Haue thou not mynde on oure elde wickidnesses; thi mercies bifore take vs soone, for we ben maad pore greetli.
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.
God, oure heelthe, helpe thou vs, and, Lord, for the glorie of thi name delyuer thou vs; and be thou merciful to oure synnes for thi name.
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.
Lest perauenture thei seie among hethene men, Where is the God of hem? and be he knowun among naciouns bifore oure iyen. The veniaunce of the blood of thi seruauntis, which is sched out; the weilyng of feterid men entre in thi siyt.
11 May the groans of the captives reach You; by the strength of Your arm preserve those condemned to death.
Vpe the greetnesse of thin arm; welde thou the sones of slayn men.
12 Pay back into the laps of our neighbors sevenfold the reproach they hurled at You, O Lord.
And yelde thou to oure neiyboris seuenfoold in the bosum of hem; the schenschip of hem, which thei diden schenschipfuli to thee, thou Lord.
13 Then we Your people, the sheep of Your pasture, will thank You forever; from generation to generation we will declare Your praise.
But we that ben thi puple, and the scheep of thi leesewe; schulen knouleche to thee in to the world. In generacioun and in to generacioun; we schulen telle thin heriyng.
