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.
Ein salme av Asaf. Gud, heidningar er komen inn i arven din, dei hev gjort ditt heilage tempel ureint, dei hev gjort Jerusalem til steinhaugar.
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.
Dei hev gjeve liki av dine tenarar til føda for fuglarne under himmelen, kjøtet av dine trugne til landsens villdyr.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one who would bury them.
Dei hev rent ut deira blod som vatn kringum Jerusalem, og det var ingen som jorda deim.
4 We have become a disgrace to our neighbors, an object of ridicule and mockery to those who are around us.
Me hev vorte til spott for våre grannar, til hæding og lått for deim som bur ikring.
5 How long, O Lord? Will you be angry until the end? Will your zeal be kindled like a fire?
Kor lenge, Herre, vil du æveleg vera vreid? Kor lenge skal din brennhug loga som eld?
6 Pour out your wrath among the Gentiles, who have not known you, and upon the kingdoms that have not invoked your name.
Renn din harme ut yver heidningarne som ikkje kjenner deg, og yver dei kongerike som ikkje kallar på ditt namn!
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and they have desolated his place.
For dei hev ete upp Jakob, og hans bustad hev dei øydelagt.
8 Do not remember our iniquities of the past. May your mercies quickly intercept us, for we have become exceedingly poor.
Kom ikkje i hug mot oss synderne åt våre forfeder, lat di miskunn snart koma imot oss, for me er svært utmødde!
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.
Hjelp oss, du vår Frelse-Gud, for ditt namns æra skuld! og frels oss og forlat oss våre synder for ditt namn skuld!
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:
Kvifor skal heidningarne segja: «Kvar er deira Gud?» Lat det for våre augo verta kjent millom heidningarne, at det kjem hemn yver det utrende blodet av dine tenarar!
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.
Lat sukken frå den bundne koma for di åsyn! So sterk som armen din er, spar daudens born!
12 And repay our neighbors sevenfold within their sinews. It is the reproach of the same ones who brought reproach against you, O Lord.
Gjev våre grannar sjufald att i deira fang den spott som dei hev spotta deg med, Herre!
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.
Og me, ditt folk og den hjord du beiter, me vil lova deg æveleg, frå ætt til ætt vil me kunngjera din pris.
