Psalms 79
1 O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; your holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
Asaf ƒe ha. O! Mawu, dukɔwo nye zi ɖe wò domenyinu la dzi, wodo gu wò gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la, eye wogbã Yerusalem wòzu anyiglagoe.
2 The dead bodies of your servants have they given to be meat to the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.
Wotsɔ wò dɔlawo ƒe kukuawo na dziƒoxewo abe nuɖuɖu ene, eye wotsɔ wò ame kɔkɔeawo ƒe ŋutilã na anyigbadzilã wɔadãwo.
3 Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.
Wokɔ woƒe ʋu ɖi abe tsi ene ƒo xlã Yerusalem, eye ame aɖeke meli aɖi ame kukuawo o.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
Míezu fewuɖunu na míaƒe aƒelikawo, eye míezu alɔmeɖenu kple vlodonu na ame siwo ƒo xlã mí.
5 How long, LORD? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
O! Yehowa, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi? Ɖe nàdo dɔmedzoe tegbeea? Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi wò ŋuʋaʋã abi abe dzo ene?
6 Pour out your wrath on the heathen that have not known you, and on the kingdoms that have not called on your name.
Trɔ wò dziku helĩhelĩ la kɔ ɖe dukɔ siwo menya wò o la dzi kple fiaɖuƒe siwo meyɔa wò ŋkɔ o la dzi.
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.
Elabena wovuvu Yakob, eye wogbã eƒe denyigba.
8 O remember not against us former iniquities: let your tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.
Mègawɔ na mí ɖe mía fofowo ƒe nu vɔ̃ nu o; na wò nublanuikpɔkpɔ nava do go mí kaba, elabena míeɖo xaxa gã aɖe me.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for your name’s sake.
O! Mawu, mía Ɖela, kpe ɖe mía ŋu le wò ŋkɔ ƒe bubu ta. Ɖe mí, eye nàtsɔ míaƒe nu vɔ̃wo ake mí le wò ŋkɔ la ta.
10 Why should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be known among the heathen in our sight by the revenging of the blood of your servants which is shed.
Nu ka ŋuti dukɔwo agblɔ be, “Afi ka woƒe Mawu la le?” Le míawo ŋutɔ ƒe ŋkume, na dukɔwo nanya be, èbia hlɔ̃ na wò dɔla siwo ƒe ʋu wokɔ ɖi.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you; according to the greatness of your power preserve you those that are appointed to die;
Aʋaléleawo ƒe ŋeŋe neɖo gbɔwò, tsɔ wò asi ƒe ŋusẽ ɖe ame siwo wotso kufia na.
12 And render to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached you, O Lord.
O! Aƒetɔ, ɖo vlo, si míaƒe aƒelikawo do wò la teƒe na wo zi adre.
13 So we your people and sheep of your pasture will give you thanks for ever: we will show forth your praise to all generations.
Ekema mí wò dukɔ, wò lãnyiƒe ƒe alẽwo akafu wò tegbee, eye tso dzidzime yi dzidzime míaɖe wò kafukafu afia.
