Psalms 79
1 A psalm of Asaph. God, foreign nations have come into your inheritance; they have defiled your holy temple; they have turned Jerusalem into a heap of ruins.
Zaburi mar Asaf. Yaye Nyasaye, ogendini osemonjo girkeni mari; gisedwanyo hekalu mari maler, kendo giseketho Jerusalem modongʼ pidhe pidhe.
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the skies, the bodies of your faithful people to the beasts of the earth.
Gisechiwo ringre jogi motho mondo obed chiemb winy manie kor polo, ring jogi maler gisechiwo ne ondiegi mag piny.
3 They have shed their blood like water around Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.
Giseolo remo e alwora mar Jerusalem ka pi, kendo koro onge ngʼama nyalo yiko joma otho.
4 We have become a reproach for our neighbors, mocking and derision to those who are around us.
Waselokore gima kuodo wich ne jobutwa, joma ijaro kendo inyiero gi joma olworowa.
5 How long, Yahweh? Will you stay angry forever? How long will your jealous anger burn like fire?
Nyaka karangʼo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye? Ibiro kecho nyaka chiengʼ koso? Nyaka karangʼo ma nyiego mari biro lielie ka mach?
6 Pour out your wrath on the nations that do not know you and on the kingdoms that do not call upon your name.
Ol mirimbi kuom pinjeruodhi, adier ol mirimbi kuom ogendini ma ok luong nyingi;
7 For they have devoured Jacob and destroyed his villages.
nimar gisengamo Jakobo mi giketho gwengʼe.
8 Do not hold the sins of our forefathers against us; may your merciful actions come to us, for we are very low.
Kik ikwanwa kaka joketho, nikech richo mag wuonewa; mad kechni bi romnwa piyo, nimar osedwokwa piny marach.
9 Help us, God of our salvation, for the sake of the glory of your name; save us and forgive our sins for your name's sake.
Konywa, yaye Nyasaye ma Jawarwa, nikech duongʼ mar nyingi; reswa kendo wenwa richowa, mondo nyingi oyud duongʼ.
10 Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” May the blood of your servants that was shed be avenged on the nations before our eyes.
Angʼo momiyo ogendini onego owach ni, “Nyasachgino to ni kanye?” Mi ogendini ongʼe, ka waneno gi wangʼwa, ni ichulo kuor nikech remb jogi mosechwer.
11 May the groans of the prisoners come before you; with the greatness of your power keep the children of death alive.
Mad chur ma joma otwe churgo chopi e nyimi; rit ngima joma osengʼad nigi buch tho, gi teko mar badi.
12 Pay back into the laps of our neighboring countries seven times as much as the insults with which they have insulted you, Lord.
Chul kuor ne jobutwa nyadibiriyo kigoyo bembegi. Kuom ayany ma gisediro kuomi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye.
13 So we your people and sheep of your pasture will give you thanks forever. We will tell your praises to all generations.
Eka jogi, ma gin rombegi mikwayo, biro paki nyaka chiengʼ, kendo wabiro nyiso pakni, koa e tiengʼ moro nyaka tiengʼ machielo.
