Psalms 79
1 A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the Gentiles have entered into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple. They have set Jerusalem as a place to tend fruit trees.
Yon Sòm Asaph O Bondye, nasyon yo te anvayi eritaj Ou a. Yo te souye sen tanp Ou an. Yo te fè Jérusalem kouche nan yon pil ranblè.
2 They have placed the dead bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints for the beasts of the earth.
Yo te bay kadav sèvitè Ou yo kon manje pou zwazo syèl yo. Chè a fidèl Ou yo, yo fin bay a bèt latè yo.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one who would bury them.
Yo te vide san yo tankou dlo toupatou Jérusalem. Pa t genyen moun ki pou antere yo.
4 We have become a disgrace to our neighbors, an object of ridicule and mockery to those who are around us.
Nou gen tan vin yon repwòch pou vwazen nou yo, Yon rizib ak yon betiz pou (sila) ki antoure nou yo.
5 How long, O Lord? Will you be angry until the end? Will your zeal be kindled like a fire?
Jiskilè, O SENYÈ? Èske Ou va rete fache nèt? Èske jalouzi Ou va brile tankou dife tout tan?
6 Pour out your wrath among the Gentiles, who have not known you, and upon the kingdoms that have not invoked your name.
Vide kòlè Ou sou nasyon ki pa rekonèt Ou yo, ak sou wayòm yo ki pa rele non Ou yo.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and they have desolated his place.
Paske yo te devore Jacob. Yo te devaste abitasyon Li an.
8 Do not remember our iniquities of the past. May your mercies quickly intercept us, for we have become exceedingly poor.
Pa sonje inikite a papa zansèt nou yo pou kenbe kont nou. Kite mizerikòd Ou vini vit rankontre nou, paske nou fin rive ba nèt.
9 Help us, O God, our Savior. And free us, Lord, for the glory of your name. And forgive us our sins for the sake of your name.
Fè nou sekou, O Bondye sali nou an, pou glwa a non Ou. Delivre nou e padone peche nou yo, pou koz a non Ou.
10 Let them not say among the Gentiles, “Where is their God?” And may your name become known among the nations before our eyes. For the retribution of your servants’ blood, which has been poured out:
Poukisa nasyon yo ta di: “Kote Bondye yo ye?” Kite li vin rekonèt pami nasyon yo devan zye nou, ke vanjans pou san sèvitè Ou yo ap vèse.
11 may the groans of the shackled enter before you. According to the greatness of your arm, take possession of the sons of those who have been killed.
Kite vwa prizonyè k ap plenyen yo rive devan Ou. Selon grandè fòs Ou, prezève (sila) ki kondane a lamò.
12 And repay our neighbors sevenfold within their sinews. It is the reproach of the same ones who brought reproach against you, O Lord.
Fè remet a vwazen nou yo, sèt fwa antre nan vant yo, repwòch avèk (sila) yo te repwoche Ou a, O SENYÈ.
13 But we are your people and the sheep of your pasture: we will give thanks to you in all ages. From generation to generation, we will announce your praise.
Konsa nou menm, pèp Ou a, ak mouton a patiraj Ou a, Va bay Ou remèsiman jis pou tout tan. A tout jenerasyon yo, nou va pale lwanj Ou.
