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.
O! Dios, vinieron las gentes a tu heredad: contaminaron el templo de tu santidad; pusieron a Jerusalem en montones:
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.
Dieron los cuerpos de tus siervos por comida a las aves de los cielos: la carne de tus piadosos a las bestias de la tierra.
3 Their blood has been flowing like water round about Jerusalem; there was no one to put them in their last resting-place.
Derramaron su sangre, como agua, en los al rededores de Jerusalem: y no hubo quien los enterrase.
4 We are looked down on by our neighbours, we are laughed at and made sport of by those who are round us.
Somos afrentados de nuestros vecinos: escarnecidos y burlados de los que están en nuestros al rededores.
5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
¿Hasta cuándo, o! Jehová? ¿Airarte has para siempre? ¿Arderá, como fuego, tu zelo?
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.
Derrama tu ira sobre las naciones que no te conocen: y sobre los reinos que no invocan tu nombre.
7 For they have taken Jacob for their meat, and made waste his house.
Porque han consumido a Jacob: y su morada han asolado.
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.
No nos traigas en memoria las iniquidades antiguas: anticípennos presto tus misericordias, porque estamos muy consumidos.
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.
Ayúdanos, o! Dios, salud nuestra, por la honra de tu nombre: y líbranos, y aplácate sobre nuestros pecados por causa de tu nombre.
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.
Porque dirán las gentes: ¿Dónde está su Dios? Sea notoria en las naciones delante de nuestros ojos la venganza de la sangre de tus siervos que se ha derramado.
11 Let the cry of the prisoner come before you; with your strong arm make free the children of death;
Entre delante de ti el gemido de los presos: conforme a la grandeza de tu brazo preserva a los sentenciados a muerte.
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.
Y torna a nuestros vecinos en su seno siete tantos de su deshonra con que te han deshonrado, o! Jehová.
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.
Y nosotros, pueblo tuyo, y ovejas de tu pasto, te alabaremos para siempre: por generación y generación contaremos tus alabanzas.
