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,
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 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.
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 They have shed their blood As water around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
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 We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
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 Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as 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 Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.
Mete ou ankòlè sou nasyon ki pa konnen ou yo, sou pèp ki p'ap sèvi ou yo.
7 For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.
Paske, se yo menm ki fin touye pitit Jakòb yo, yo fin ravaje peyi kote yo rete a.
8 Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
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 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.
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 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.
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 groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.
Koute jan prizonye yo ap plenn non! Avèk fòs ponyèt ou, delivre moun yo kondannen amò yo non.
12 And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.
Seyè, rann moun lòt nasyon yo sèt fwa laparèy pou tout joure yo joure ou yo.
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!
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.
