Psalms 79
1 A Psalme committed to Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance: thine holy Temple haue they defiled, and made Ierusalem heapes of stones.
Se yon sòm Asaf. Bondye, moun lòt nasyon yo anvayi peyi pèp ou a! Yo antre nan kay ki apa pou ou a, yo derespekte li. Yo fè lavil Jerizalèm tounen yon pil wòch.
2 The dead bodies of thy seruats haue they giuen to be meat vnto foules of ye heauen: and the flesh of thy Saintes vnto the beastes of the earth.
Yo kite kadav moun k'ap sèvi ou yo pou zwezo nan syèl vin manje. Yo kite kadav moun k'ap viv pou ou yo pou bèt bwa vin manje.
3 Their blood haue they shead like waters rounde about Ierusalem, and there was none to burie them.
Yo fè san pèp ou a koule tankou dlo larivyè. San an koule tankou dlo nan tout lavil Jerizalèm. pa t' gen pesonn pou antere kadav yo!
4 Wee are a reproche to our neighbours, euen a scorne and derision vnto them that are round about vs.
Ou fè nasyon ki bò kote nou yo ap pase nou nan betiz. Wi, yo tout ap lonje dwèt sou nou, y'ap pase nou nan rizib.
5 Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
Seyè! jouk kilè w'ap rete fache ak nou? Gen lè se pou tout tan? Eske w'ap kite kòlè ou boule nou tankou dife?
6 Powre out thy wrath vpon the heathen that haue not knowen thee, and vpon the kingdomes that haue not called vpon thy Name.
Mete ou ankòlè sou nasyon ki pa konnen ou yo, sou pèp ki p'ap sèvi ou yo.
7 For they haue deuoured Iaakob and made his dwelling place desolate.
Paske, se yo menm ki fin touye pitit Jakòb yo, yo fin ravaje peyi kote yo rete a.
8 Remember not against vs the former iniquities, but make haste and let thy tender mercies preuent vs: for we are in great miserie.
Tanpri, pa pini nou pou peche zansèt nou yo te fè. Gen pitye pou nou! Prese vin ede nou, paske nou fin dekouraje nèt.
9 Helpe vs, O God of our saluation, for the glorie of thy Name, and deliuer vs, and be mercifull vnto our sinnes for thy Names sake.
O Bondye, ou menm ki delivrans nou, fè konnen se ou ki gen pouvwa! vin pote nou sekou. Delivre nou, padonnen peche nou yo pou moun ka fè lwanj ou.
10 Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed.
Poukisa moun lòt nasyon yo ap mande nou: -Kote Bondye nou an! Fè yo wè, devan je nou, jan w'ap pini moun ki te fè san sèvitè ou yo koule!
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue the children of death,
Koute jan prizonye yo ap plenn non! Avèk fòs ponyèt ou, delivre moun yo kondannen amò yo non.
12 And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche, wherewith they haue reproched thee, O Lord.
Seyè, rann moun lòt nasyon yo sèt fwa laparèy pou tout joure yo joure ou yo.
13 So wee thy people, and sheepe of thy pasture shall praise thee for euer: and from generation to generation we will set foorth thy praise.
Lè sa a nou menm, pèp ou a, mouton ki nan savann ou yo, nou p'ap janm sispann di ou mèsi. Pitit an pitit, n'a fè lwanj ou.
