Psalms 79
1 A Psalm. Of Asaph. O God, the nations have come into your heritage; they have made your holy Temple unclean; they have made Jerusalem a mass of broken walls.
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 bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the air, and 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 Their blood has been flowing like water round about Jerusalem; there was no one to put them in their last resting-place.
Thei schedden out the blood of hem, as watir in the cumpas of Jerusalem; and noon was that biriede.
4 We are looked down on by our neighbours, we are laughed at and made sport of by those who are round 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 for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
Lord, hou longe schalt thou be wrooth in to the ende? schal thi veniaunce be kyndelid as fier?
6 Let your wrath be on the nations who have no knowledge of you, and on the kingdoms who have not made prayer to 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 taken Jacob for their meat, and made waste his house.
For thei eeten Jacob; and maden desolat his place.
8 Do not keep in mind against us the sins of our fathers; let your mercy come to us quickly, for we have been made very low.
Haue thou not mynde on oure elde wickidnesses; thi mercies bifore take vs soone, for we ben maad pore greetli.
9 Give us help, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name; take us out of danger and give us forgiveness for our sins, because 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 may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.
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 Let the cry of the prisoner come before you; with your strong arm make free the children of death;
Vpe the greetnesse of thin arm; welde thou the sones of slayn men.
12 And give punishment seven times over into the breast of our neighbours for the bitter words which they have said against 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 So we your people, and the sheep of your flock, will give you glory for ever: we will go on praising you through all generations.
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.
