< Psalms 79 >

1 A Psalm for Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a storehouse of fruits.
Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, amanaman no atow ahyɛ wʼagyapade so; wɔagu wʼasɔredan kronkron no ho fi, wɔama Yerusalem adan nnwiriwii.
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants [to be] food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones for the wild beasts of the earth.
Wɔde wʼasomfo afunu ayɛ aduan ama wim nnomaa, na wɔde wʼahotefo nam ama asase so mmoa.
3 They have shed their blood as water, round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury [them].
Wɔahwie mogya agu te sɛ nsu wɔ Yerusalem ho nyinaa, na obiara nni hɔ a obesie awufo no.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to them [that are] round about us.
Yɛayɛ animtiaabude ama yɛn mfɛfo, fɛwdi ne nsopa ama wɔn a wɔatwa yɛn ho ahyia.
5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
Awurade, enkosi da bɛn? Wo bo befuw afebɔɔ ana? Wo ninkunu bɛdɛw sɛ ogya akosi da bɛn?
6 Pour out your wrath upon the heathen that have not known you, and upon the kingdoms which have not called upon your name.
Hwie wʼabufuw gu amanaman a wonnye wo nto mu no so, ahenni a wɔmmɔ wo din no;
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste.
efisɛ wɔakum Yakob na wɔasɛe nʼatenae.
8 Remember not our old transgressions; let your tender mercies speedily prevent us; for we are greatly impoverished.
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; for the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us; and be merciful to our sins, for your name's sake.
Onyankopɔn yɛn Agyenkwa, boa yɛn, wo din no anuonyam nti; gye yɛn na fa yɛn bɔne kyɛ yɛn wo din nti.
10 Lets haply they should say among the heathen, Where is their God? and let the avenging of your servant's blood that has been shed be known among the heathen before our eyes.
Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ amanaman ka se, “Wɔn Nyankopɔn wɔ he?” Yɛn anim ha ara, ma wonhu wɔ amanaman mu sɛ wotɔ wʼasomfo mogya a wɔahwie agu no so werɛ.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoners come in before you; according to the greatness of your arm preserve the sons of the slain ones.
Ma nneduafo no apinisi nnu wʼanim; fa wo basa ahoɔden no kora wɔn a wɔabu wɔn kumfɔ no.
12 Repay to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached you, O Lord.
Awurade, ahohora a yɛn mfɛfo asum agu wo so no, tua wɔn so ka mpɛn ason.
13 For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; we will give you thanks for ever; we will declare your praise throughout all generations.
Na yɛn a yɛyɛ wo nkurɔfo, wʼadidibea nguan no, beyi wo ayɛ daa nyinaa; efi awo ntoatoaso kosi awo ntoatoaso, yɛbɛkɔ so aka wʼayeyi akyerɛ. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ wɔnto no “Sonannim Edut” sanku nne so.

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