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.
Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, amanaman no ato ahyɛ wʼagyapadeɛ so; wɔagu wʼasɔredan kronkron no ho fi, wɔama Yerusalem adane mmubuiɛ.
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.
Wɔde wʼasomfoɔ afunu ayɛ aduane ama ewiem nnomaa, na wɔde wʼahotefoɔ ɛnam ama asase so mmoa.
3 They have poured out their blood as water, round about Jerusalem and there was none to bury them.
Wɔahwie mogya agu te sɛ nsuo wɔ Yerusalem ho nyinaa, na obiara nni hɔ a ɔbɛsie awufoɔ no.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours: a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
Yɛayɛ animtiabudeɛ ama yɛn mfɛfoɔ, fɛdie ne nsopa ama wɔn a atwa yɛn ho ahyia.
5 How long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy 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 thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee: and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
Hwie wʼabofuo gu amanaman a wɔnni woɔ no so, ahennie a wɔmmɔ wo din no;
7 Because they have devoured Jacob; and have laid waste his place.
ɛfiri sɛ wɔakum Yakob na wɔasɛe nʼatenaeɛ.
8 Remember not our former iniquities: let thy mercies speedily prevent us, for we are become exceeding 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 saviour: and for the glory of thy name, O Lord, deliver us: and forgive us our sins for thy name’s sake:
Ao Onyankopɔn yɛn Agyenkwa, boa yɛn, wo din no animuonyam nti; gye yɛn na fa yɛn bɔne kyɛ yɛn wo din enti.
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:
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 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.
Ma nneduafoɔ no apinisie nnuru wʼanim; fa wo basa ahoɔden no kora wɔn a wɔabu wɔn kumfɔ no.
12 And render to our neighbours sevenfold in their bosom: the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
Ao Awurade, ahohora a yɛn mfɛfoɔ asum agu wo soɔ no, tua wɔn so ka mprɛnson.
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.
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.
