Psalms 79
1 A PSALM OF ASAPH. O God, nations have come into Your inheritance, They have defiled Your holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,
Of Asaph. God, hethene men cam in to thin eritage; thei defouliden thin hooli temple, thei settiden Jerusalem in to the keping of applis.
2 They gave the dead bodies of Your servants [As] food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of Your saints For the wild beast of the earth.
Thei settiden the slayn bodies of thi seruauntis, meetis to the volatilis of heuenes; the fleischis of thi seyntis to the beestis of the erthe.
3 They have shed their blood As water around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
Thei schedden out the blood of hem, as watir in the cumpas of Jerusalem; and noon was that biriede.
4 We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
We ben maad schenschipe to oure neiyboris; mowynge and scornynge to hem, that ben in oure cumpas.
5 Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as fire.
Lord, hou longe schalt thou be wrooth in to the ende? schal thi veniaunce be kyndelid as fier?
6 Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.
Schede out thin ire in to hethene men, that knowen not thee; and in to rewmes, that clepiden not thi name.
7 For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.
For thei eeten Jacob; and maden desolat his place.
8 Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
Haue thou not mynde on oure elde wickidnesses; thi mercies bifore take vs soone, for we ben maad pore greetli.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the glory of Your Name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Your Name’s sake.
God, oure heelthe, helpe thou vs, and, Lord, for the glorie of thi name delyuer thou vs; and be thou merciful to oure synnes for thi name.
10 Why do the nations say, “Where [is] their God?” Let [it] be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Your servants that is shed.
Lest perauenture thei seie among hethene men, Where is the God of hem? and be he knowun among naciouns bifore oure iyen. The veniaunce of the blood of thi seruauntis, which is sched out; the weilyng of feterid men entre in thi siyt.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.
Vpe the greetnesse of thin arm; welde thou the sones of slayn men.
12 And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.
And yelde thou to oure neiyboris seuenfoold in the bosum of hem; the schenschip of hem, which thei diden schenschipfuli to thee, thou Lord.
13 And we, Your people, and the flock of Your pasture, We give thanks to You for all time, We recount Your praise from generation to generation!
But we that ben thi puple, and the scheep of thi leesewe; schulen knouleche to thee in to the world. In generacioun and in to generacioun; we schulen telle thin heriyng.
