स्तोत्रसंहिता 74
1 १ आसाफाचे स्तोत्र हे देवा, तू आम्हास सर्वकाळ का सोडून दिले आहेस? आपल्या कुरणातील कळपांवर तुझा कोपाग्नि का भडकत आहे?
A maskil of Asaph. Why, O God, have you spurned us forever? Why smokes your wrath against the sheep of your pasture?
2 २ तू प्राचीनकाळी जी मंडळी विकत घेतली, जिला तू आपले वारस होण्याकरता खंडणी भरून सोडविले तिचे, व ज्या सीयोन पर्वतावर तू वस्ती केली त्याची आठवण कर.
Remember the community you purchased of old to become by redemption the tribe of your heritage, Zion, the mountain you made your home.
Rouse yourself, visit its ruins complete. In the temple the foe has made havoc of all things.
Like lions your enemies roared through your house, replacing our symbols by signs of their own,
hacking, like woodsmen who lift axes on thickets of trees,
smashing with hatchets and hammers all of its carved work together.
7 ७ त्यांनी तुझ्या पवित्रस्थानाला आग लावली; जेथे तू राहतो त्याचे पावित्र्य भ्रष्ट केले, धुळीस मिळविले.
They have set your temple on fire, to the very ground they have outraged the place where lives your name.
8 ८ ते आपल्या अंतःकरणात म्हणाले, आपण ह्यांचा नायनाट करून टाकू. त्यांनी देशात असलेली देवाची सर्व सभास्थाने जाळून टाकली आहेत.
They have said in their heart, “Let us utterly crush them.” They have burned all the houses of God in the land.
9 ९ आम्हास देवाकडून कोणतेही चिन्ह मिळाले नाही, कोणी संदेष्टा उरला नाही; असे कोठवर चालेल हे जाणणारा आमच्यामध्ये कोणी नाही.
No symbol of ours do we see any more: no prophet is there any more, none is with us who knows how long.
How long, O God, is the foe to insult? Shall the enemy spurn your name forever?
11 ११ तू आपला हात, आपला उजवा हात का मागे आवरून धरतोस? तू आपला उजवा हात आपल्या अंगरख्यातून काढ आणि त्यांना नष्ट कर?
Why, O Lord, do you hold back your hand, why keep your right hand in the folds of your robe?
Yet God is our king from the ancient days, in the midst of the earth working deeds of salvation.
It was you who did cleave the sea by your might, and shatter the heads of the ocean monsters.
It was you who did crush many-headed Leviathan, and give him as food to the beasts of the wilderness.
It was you who did cleave the fountains and torrents; it was you who did dry the perennial streams.
Yours is the day; yours, too, is the night, it was you who did establish the sun and the star.
It was you who did fix all the borders of earth: summer and winter it’s you who have made them.
18 १८ हे परमेश्वरा, वैऱ्याने तुझ्याकडे अपमान भिरकावला आहे; आणि मूर्ख लोकांनी तुझ्या नावाची निंदा केली आहे त्याची आठवण कर
Yet, for all this, the foe has insulted you, Lord, and a nation of fools has reviled your name.
19 १९ तू आपल्या कबुतराचा जीव वन्यपशूच्या स्वाधीन करू नकोस. आपल्या दडपशाहीचे जिवन सर्वकाळ विसरू नकोस.
Do not give your dove to the beasts, do not forget your afflicted forever.
Look to the sleek ones – how full they are: the dark places of earth are the dwellings of violence.
O let not the downtrodden turn back ashamed: let the poor and the needy sing praise to your name.
Arise, God, and defend your cause: remember how fools all the day insult you.
Do not forget the uproar of your enemies, the din of your foes that ascends evermore.
