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.
Faarfannaa Asaaf. Yaa Waaqi, namoonni ormaa handhuuraa kee qabataniiru; mana qulqullummaa kee qulqullicha xureessaniiru; Yerusaaleminis barbadeessaniiru.
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.
Akka isaan nyaata isaaniif taʼaniif, reeffa garboota keetii allaattii samiitiif, foon qulqulloota keetii immoo bineensota lafaatiif kennaniiru.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.
Dhiiga isaaniis naannoo Yerusaalemitti akkuma bishaanii dhangalaasan; namni isaan awwaalu tokko illee hin argamne.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those around us.
Ollaa keenya biratti maqaan nu badeera; warra naannoo keenya jiran birattis nama tuffii fi kolfaa taane.
5 How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
Yaa Waaqayyo, kun hamma yoomiitti? Ati hamma bara baraatti aartaa? Hinaaffaan kees hamma yoomiitti akka ibiddaa bobaʼa?
6 Pour out Your wrath on the nations that do not acknowledge You, on the kingdoms that refuse to call on Your name,
Dheekkamsa kee sana saboota si hin beekne irratti, mootummoota maqaa kee hin waammanne irratti gad dhangalaasi;
7 for they have devoured Jacob and devastated his homeland.
isaan Yaaqoobin liqimsaniiruutii; iddoo jireenya isaas balleessaniiru.
8 Do not hold past sins against us; let Your compassion come quickly, for we are brought low.
Cubbuu abbootii keenyaa nutti hin herregin; waan nu baayʼee gad deebifamneef, araarri kee dafee nu bira haa gaʼu.
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.
Yaa Waaqi Fayyisaa keenya, ulfina maqaa keetiitiif jedhii nu gargaari; maqaa keetiif jedhiitii nu oolchi; cubbuu keenya illee nuu dhiisi.
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.
Ormoonni maaliif, “Waaqni isaanii eessa jira?” jedhu ree? Dhiiga tajaajiltoota keetii kan dhangalaafame sanaaf, akka haaloo baaftu ija keenya duratti saboota gidduutti beeksisi.
11 May the groans of the captives reach You; by the strength of Your arm preserve those condemned to death.
Aaduun hidhamtootaa fuula kee dura haa gaʼu; jabina irree keetiitiin warra duuti itti murame oolchi.
12 Pay back into the laps of our neighbors sevenfold the reproach they hurled at You, O Lord.
Yaa Gooftaa, arraba isaan ittiin si arrabsan, dachaa torba godhiitii ollaa keenyatti deebisi.
13 Then we Your people, the sheep of Your pasture, will thank You forever; from generation to generation we will declare Your praise.
Yoos nu sabni kee, hoolonni tika keetii, bara baraan si jajanna; dhalootaa hamma dhalootaattis, galata kee ni odeessina.
