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.
Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, amanaman no ato ahyɛ wʼagyapadeɛ so; wɔagu wʼasɔredan kronkron no ho fi, wɔama Yerusalem adane mmubuiɛ.
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.
Wɔde wʼasomfoɔ afunu ayɛ aduane ama ewiem nnomaa, na wɔde wʼahotefoɔ ɛnam ama asase so mmoa.
3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one who would bury them.
Wɔahwie mogya agu te sɛ nsuo wɔ Yerusalem ho nyinaa, na obiara nni hɔ a ɔbɛsie awufoɔ no.
4 We have become a disgrace to our neighbors, an object of ridicule and mockery to those who are around us.
Yɛayɛ animtiabudeɛ ama yɛn mfɛfoɔ, fɛdie ne nsopa ama wɔn a atwa yɛn ho ahyia.
5 How long, O Lord? Will you be angry until the end? Will your zeal be kindled like a fire?
Ao Awurade, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn? Wo bo bɛfu afebɔɔ anaa? Wo ninkunu bɛdɛre sɛ ogya akɔsi da bɛn?
6 Pour out your wrath among the Gentiles, who have not known you, and upon the kingdoms that have not invoked your name.
Hwie wʼabofuo gu amanaman a wɔnni woɔ no so, ahennie a wɔmmɔ wo din no;
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and they have desolated his place.
ɛfiri sɛ wɔakum Yakob na wɔasɛe nʼatenaeɛ.
8 Do not remember our iniquities of the past. May your mercies quickly intercept us, for we have become exceedingly poor.
Mfa yɛn agyanom bɔne so asotwe mma yɛn; ma wo mmɔborɔhunu mmra yɛn so ntɛm, na yɛwɔ ahohiahia mu.
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.
Ao Onyankopɔn yɛn Agyenkwa, boa yɛn, wo din no animuonyam nti; gye yɛn na fa yɛn bɔne kyɛ yɛn wo din enti.
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:
Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ amanaman ka sɛ, “Wɔn Onyankopɔn wɔ he?” Yɛn anim ha ara, ma wɔnhunu wɔ amanaman mu sɛ wotɔ wʼasomfoɔ mogya a wɔahwie agu no so werɛ.
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.
Ma nneduafoɔ no apinisie nnuru wʼanim; fa wo basa ahoɔden no kora wɔn a wɔabu wɔn kumfɔ no.
12 And repay our neighbors sevenfold within their sinews. It is the reproach of the same ones who brought reproach against you, O Lord.
Ao Awurade, ahohora a yɛn mfɛfoɔ asum agu wo soɔ no, tua wɔn so ka mprɛnson.
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.
Na yɛn a yɛyɛ wo nkurɔfoɔ, wʼadidibea nnwan no, bɛyi wo ayɛ daa nyinaa; ɛfiri awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ kɔsi awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ yɛbɛkɔ so aka wʼayɛyie akyerɛ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no “Sonannim Edut” sankuo nne so.
