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.
Pisarema raAsafi. Haiwa Mwari, ndudzi dzapinda panhaka yenyu; vakasvibisa temberi yenyu tsvene, Jerusarema varideredza rikava marara.
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.
Vakapa mitumbi yavaranda venyu sezvokudya zveshiri dzedenga, nyama yavatsvene venyu kuzvikara zvenyika.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one who would bury them.
Vakateura ropa kunge mvura paJerusarema rose, uye hakuna munhu anoviga zvitunha.
4 We have become a disgrace to our neighbors, an object of ridicule and mockery to those who are around us.
Tiri chinhu chinoshorwa navatigere navo, chinosekwa nechinozvidzwa kuna avo vakatipoteredza.
5 How long, O Lord? Will you be angry until the end? Will your zeal be kindled like a fire?
Haiwa Jehovha, mucharamba makatitsamwira nokusingaperi kusvikira riniko? Godo renyu richapisa somoto kusvikira riniko?
6 Pour out your wrath among the Gentiles, who have not known you, and upon the kingdoms that have not invoked your name.
Dururirai hasha dzenyu pamusoro pendudzi dzisingakuzive, napaushe husingadani kuzita renyu;
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and they have desolated his place.
nokuti vakapedza Jakobho uye vakaparadza nyika yokwake.
8 Do not remember our iniquities of the past. May your mercies quickly intercept us, for we have become exceedingly poor.
Regai kuverengera pamusoro pedu zvivi zvamadzibaba; tsitsi dzenyu ngadzikurumidze kuuya kuzosangana nesu, nokuti tiri pakutambudzika.
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.
Tibatsirei, imi Mwari Muponesi wedu, nokuda kwokukudzwa kwezita renyu; tirwirei mutiregerere zvivi zvedu nokuda kwezita renyu.
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:
Ndudzi dzichataurireiko dzichiti, “Mwari wavo aripi?” Zivisai pakati pendudzi, pamberi pedu, kuti munotsiva ropa ravaranda venyu rakateurwa.
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.
Kugomera kwavasungwa ngakusvike pamberi penyu; nesimba roruoko rwenyu chengetedzai avo vakatongerwa rufu.
12 And repay our neighbors sevenfold within their sinews. It is the reproach of the same ones who brought reproach against you, O Lord.
Mutsive kanomwe pamabvi avavakidzani vedu, kutuka kwavakaita zita renyu, imi Ishe.
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.
Ipapo vanhu venyu, makwai amafuro enyu, vachakurumbidzai nokusingaperi; kubva kune chimwe chizvarwa kusvikira kune chimwe chizvarwa, ticharondedzera nezvokurumbidzwa kwenyu.
