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.
Ry Andrianañahare, tinorotosi’ o kilakila ‘ndatio ty lova’o; fa tiniva’ iereo i anjomba’o Masiñey zinevo’ iereo ho am-botri-am-botry t’Ierosalaime.
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.
Finaha’e ami’ty fañova’ o mpitoro’oo o voron-dikerañeo; naho ami’ty nofo’ o nigahiñ’ ama’oo o bibi’ ty tane toio.
3 They have poured out the blood of Jerusalem's people like water all through the city; no one remains to bury the dead.
Nadoandoañe hoe rano mb’eo mb’eo e Ierosalaime ao ty lio’ iareo; ie tsy amam-pandenteke.
4 We have been made a mockery before our neighbors, ridiculed and laughed at by those around us.
Fifosà’ o am-paripari’aio zahay, mandrabioñe naho mitsikike anay o mañohok’ anaio.
5 How long, Lord? Will you be angry with us forever? Will your jealousy always burn like fire?
Pak’ombia ry Iehovà? ho viñera’o nainai’e hao? Sikal’ombia ty mbe hibebañe hoe afo ty famarahia’o?
6 Pour out your anger on the heathen nations that don't know you, and on those kingdoms that don't worship you!
Adobaño amo kilakila ondaty tsy mahafohiñ’Azoo ty haviñera’o; naho amo tane tsy mikanjy i tahina’oio.
7 For they have destroyed the descendants of Jacob, and turned our country into a wasteland.
Fa nabotse’ iereo t’Iakobe, naho nanoeñe tanàn-taolo ty fimoneña’e.
8 Don't hold the sins of our forefathers against us! Come to us quickly for we desperately need your compassion.
Ko tiahie’o ama’ay o hakeon-drae’aio, ampisalakao anay masìka o fiferenaiña’oo, fa nafotsak’ ambane.
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!
Imbao, ry Andrianañaharem- pandrombahañ’ anay! Ty amy enge’ i tahina’oy; avotsoro, vaho saroño o hakeo’aio ty amy tahina’oy.
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.
Aa vaho akore ty atao’ o kilakila ondatio ty hoe: Aia t’i Andrianañahare’ iareo? Ampahafohino o fifeheañeo ampahaisaha’ay ty famaleañe o liom-pitoro’o nadoañeo.
11 Listen to the groans of the prisoners; with your great power save those condemned to die.
Ampiatrefañ’ Azo ty fitretretretre’ o mpirohio; ty ami’ty harà’ elahin-kaozara’o; hahao o tinendre havetrakeo.
12 Pay each of these neighbors back seven times for the scorn and ridicule they directed against you, Lord.
Le valeo im-pito añ’araña’ o mañohok’ anaio, o tivetive nafokafoka’e ama’oo ry Talè.
13 Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will praise you forever. We will thank you for all generations to come.
Soa te hañandriañe Azo nainai’e zahay ondati’o naho añondrim-piandraza’oo, vaho hatalili’ay amy ze hene tariratse kitro añ’afe’e ty enge’o.
