Psalms 79
1 A psalm of Asaph. God, heathen nations have invaded your land. They have defiled your holy Temple. They have turned Jerusalem into heaps of rubble.
Abụ Ọma Asaf. O Chineke, mba dị iche iche abatala nʼihe nketa gị; ha emerụọla ụlọnsọ ukwuu gị, ha etikpọọla Jerusalem, mee ka ọ tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the air, the flesh of your faithful people to the beasts of the earth.
Ha ewerela ozu ndị ohu gị nye anụ ufe niile nke eluigwe ka ọ bụrụ ihe oriri nye ha, werekwa ozu nke ndị nsọ gị nye anụ ọhịa niile nke ụwa.
3 They have poured out the blood of Jerusalem's people like water all through the city; no one remains to bury the dead.
Ha awụpụla ọbara dịka mmiri nʼakụkụ niile nke Jerusalem, ọ dịghị otu onye fọdụrụ nke ga-eli ndị nwụrụ anwụ.
4 We have been made a mockery before our neighbors, ridiculed and laughed at by those around us.
Anyị aghọọla ihe ịta ụta nʼebe ndị agbataobi anyị nọ, ghọọkwara ndị gbara anyị gburugburu ihe ịchị ọchị, na ihe ịkwa emo.
5 How long, Lord? Will you be angry with us forever? Will your jealousy always burn like fire?
O Onyenwe anyị, ruo olee mgbe? Ị ga-ewe iwe ruo mgbe ebighị ebi? Ruo olee mgbe ka ekworo gị ga na-ere dịka ọkụ?
6 Pour out your anger on the heathen nations that don't know you, and on those kingdoms that don't worship you!
Wụkwasị mba niile ndị na-amaghị gị dịka Chineke oke iwe gị, bụ alaeze niile ndị ahụ na-adịghị akpọku aha gị;
7 For they have destroyed the descendants of Jacob, and turned our country into a wasteland.
nʼihi na ha eripịala Jekọb mekwaa ka ebe obibi ya tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
8 Don't hold the sins of our forefathers against us! Come to us quickly for we desperately need your compassion.
Atala anyị ahụhụ mmehie nke nna nna anyị mere; ka ebere gị bịa ngwangwa zute anyị, nʼihi na anyị nọ nʼọnọdụ oke mkpa.
9 Help us, God of our salvation, because of your wonderful character! Save us and forgive us our sins because that's the kind of person you are!
Nyere anyị aka, O Chineke, Onye Nzọpụta anyị, nʼihi ebube nke aha gị; napụta anyị, gbaghara mmehie anyị niile nʼihi aha gị.
10 Why should the heathen nations be able to say, “Where is their God?” May they experience your punishment for shedding the blood of your servants, and may we see it.
Gịnị mere ndị mba ọzọ ji na-ajụ ajụjụ sị, “Olee ebe Chineke ha nọ?” Nʼihu anyị, mee ka a mara nʼetiti ndị mba ọzọ, na ị na-abọ ọbọ ọbara ndị ohu gị niile a wufuru.
11 Listen to the groans of the prisoners; with your great power save those condemned to die.
Gee ntị nʼịsụ ude nke ndị nọ nʼụlọ mkpọrọ; site nʼike nke aka gị chebe ndị niile a mara ikpe ọnwụ.
12 Pay each of these neighbors back seven times for the scorn and ridicule they directed against you, Lord.
Bọọ ọbọ ugboro asaa megide ndị agbataobi anyị nʼihi ụta ha tara gị, O Onyenwe anyị.
13 Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will praise you forever. We will thank you for all generations to come.
Mgbe ahụ, anyị bụ ndị gị, ụmụ igwe atụrụ gị ga-eto gị ruo mgbe niile ebighị ebi; anyị ga na-ekwupụta otuto gị, site nʼọgbọ ruo nʼọgbọ.
