Psalms 79
1 A psalm for Asaph. O God, the heathens are come into thy inheritance, they have defiled thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a place to keep fruit.
Zaburi mar Asaf. Yaye Nyasaye, ogendini osemonjo girkeni mari; gisedwanyo hekalu mari maler, kendo giseketho Jerusalem modongʼ pidhe pidhe.
2 They have given the dead bodies of thy servants to be meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the earth.
Gisechiwo ringre jogi motho mondo obed chiemb winy manie kor polo, ring jogi maler gisechiwo ne ondiegi mag piny.
3 They have poured out their blood as water, round about Jerusalem and there was none to bury them.
Giseolo remo e alwora mar Jerusalem ka pi, kendo koro onge ngʼama nyalo yiko joma otho.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours: a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
Waselokore gima kuodo wich ne jobutwa, joma ijaro kendo inyiero gi joma olworowa.
5 How long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy zeal be kindled like a fire?
Nyaka karangʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye? Ibiro kecho nyaka chiengʼ koso? Nyaka karangʼo ma nyiego mari biro lielie ka mach?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee: and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
Ol mirimbi kuom pinjeruodhi, adier ol mirimbi kuom ogendini ma ok luong nyingi;
7 Because they have devoured Jacob; and have laid waste his place.
nimar gisengamo Jakobo mi giketho gwengʼe.
8 Remember not our former iniquities: let thy mercies speedily prevent us, for we are become exceeding poor.
Kik ikwanwa kaka joketho, nikech richo mag wuonewa; mad kechni bi romnwa piyo, nimar osedwokwa piny marach.
9 Help us, O God, our saviour: and for the glory of thy name, O Lord, deliver us: and forgive us our sins for thy name’s sake:
Konywa, yaye Nyasaye ma Jawarwa, nikech duongʼ mar nyingi; reswa kendo wenwa richowa, mondo nyingi oyud duongʼ.
10 Lest they should say among the Gentiles: Where is their God? And let him be made known among the nations before our eyes, By the revenging the blood of thy servants, which hath been shed:
Angʼo momiyo ogendini onego owach ni, “Nyasachgino to ni kanye?” Mi ogendini ongʼe, ka waneno gi wangʼwa, ni ichulo kuor nikech remb jogi mosechwer.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come in before thee. According to the greatness of thy arm, take possession of the children of them that have been put to death.
Mad chur ma joma otwe churgo chopi e nyimi; rit ngima joma osengʼad nigi buch tho, gi teko mar badi.
12 And render to our neighbours sevenfold in their bosom: the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
Chul kuor ne jobutwa nyadibiriyo kigoyo bembegi. Kuom ayany ma gisediro kuomi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye.
13 But we thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks to thee for ever. We will shew forth thy praise, unto generation and generation.
Eka jogi, ma gin rombegi mikwayo, biro paki nyaka chiengʼ, kendo wabiro nyiso pakni, koa e tiengʼ moro nyaka tiengʼ machielo.
