Psalms 79
1 A Psalm by Asaph. God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in 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 have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints to the animals 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 like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.
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 become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us.
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 How long, Yahweh? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like 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 out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that don’t call on your name,
Mete ou ankòlè sou nasyon ki pa konnen ou yo, sou pèp ki p'ap sèvi ou yo.
7 for they have devoured Jacob, and destroyed his homeland.
Paske, se yo menm ki fin touye pitit Jakòb yo, yo fin ravaje peyi kote yo rete a.
8 Don’t hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.
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, God of our salvation, for the glory of your name. Deliver us, and forgive 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 should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.
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 sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are sentenced to death.
Koute jan prizonye yo ap plenn non! Avèk fòs ponyèt ou, delivre moun yo kondannen amò yo non.
12 Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Lord.
Seyè, rann moun lòt nasyon yo sèt fwa laparèy pou tout joure yo joure ou yo.
13 So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks forever. We will praise you forever, to all generations.
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.
