Psalms 79
1 A Melody of Asaph. O God, nations, Have entered thine inheritance, Have profaned thy holy temple, —Have laid Jerusalem in heaps:
Saamu ti Asafu. Ọlọ́run, àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè ti wá ilẹ̀ ìní rẹ; wọ́n ti ba tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ jẹ́, wọn di Jerusalẹmu kù sí òkìtì àlàpà.
2 They have given, The dead bodies of thy servants, As food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy men of lovingkindness, Unto the wild beast of the earth:
Wọn ti fi ara òkú àwọn ìránṣẹ́ rẹ fún àwọn ẹyẹ ojú ọ̀run ní oúnjẹ, ẹran-ara àwọn ènìyàn mímọ́ rẹ̀ fún ẹranko ilẹ̀.
3 They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.
Wọ́n tu ẹ̀jẹ̀ jáde gẹ́gẹ́ bí omi yí Jerusalẹmu ká, kò sì ṣí àwọn tí yóò sìn wọ́n.
4 We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, —A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.
Àwa di ohun ẹ̀gàn sí àwọn tí ó yí wa ká, àbùkù àti ìfiṣe ẹlẹ́yà sí àwọn tí ó yí wa ká.
5 How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?
Nígbà wo, Olúwa? Ní ìwọ ó máa bínú títí láé? Yóò ti pẹ́ tó ti owú rẹ yóò ha jò bí iná?
6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called.
Tú ìbínú rẹ jáde sí orílẹ̀-èdè tí kò ní ìmọ̀ rẹ, lórí àwọn ìjọba tí kò pe orúkọ rẹ;
7 For he hath devoured Jacob, —And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste.
nítorí wọ́n ti run Jakọbu wọ́n sì sọ ibùgbé rẹ di ahoro.
8 Do not remember against us former iniquities, —Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low!
Má ṣe ka ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ àwọn baba wa sí wa lọ́rùn jẹ́ kí àánú rẹ wá kánkán láti bá wa, nítorí tí a rẹ̀ wá sílẹ̀ gidigidi.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, on account of the glory of thy Name, —Rescue us then, and put a propitiatory-covering over our sins, For the sake of thy Name.
Ràn wá lọ́wọ́, Ọlọ́run Olùgbàlà wa, fún ògo orúkọ rẹ; gbà wá kí o sì dárí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa jì nítorí orúkọ rẹ.
10 Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! [Yea! By] the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!
Àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè yóò máa wí pé, “Níbo ni Ọlọ́run wọn wà?” Ní ojú wa, kí a mọ̀ láàrín àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè kí ó sì gbẹ̀san àwọn ẹ̀jẹ̀ ìránṣẹ́ rẹ tí a tú jáde.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee, —According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death.
Jẹ́ kí ìmí ẹ̀dùn oǹdè náà wá síwájú rẹ, gẹ́gẹ́ bí títóbi agbára rẹ ìwọ ṣe ìtọ́jú àwọn ti a dá lẹ́bi ikú.
12 Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!
San án padà sí àyà àwọn aládùúgbò wa nígbà méje nípa ẹ̀gàn tí wọn ti gàn ọ́ Olúwa.
13 So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding, —To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.
Nígbà náà àwa ènìyàn rẹ, àti àgùntàn pápá rẹ, yóò fi ọpẹ́ fún ọ títí láé; láti ìran dé ìran ni àwa ó fi ìyìn rẹ hàn.
