Псалтирь 79
1 Боже, приидоша языцы в достояние Твое, оскверниша храм святый Твой,
A PSALM OF ASAPH. O God, nations have come into Your inheritance, They have defiled Your holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,
2 положиша Иерусалим яко овощное хранилище: положиша трупия раб Твоих брашно птицам небесным, плоти преподобных Твоих зверем земным:
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.
3 пролияша кровь их яко воду окрест Иерусалима, и не бе погребаяй.
They have shed their blood As water around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
4 Быхом поношение соседом нашым, подражнение и поругание сущым окрест нас.
We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
5 Доколе, Господи, прогневаешися до конца? Разжжется яко огнь рвение Твое?
Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as fire.
6 Пролий гнев Твой на языки незнающыя Тебе, и на царствия, яже имене Твоего не призваша:
Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.
7 яко поядоша Иакова, и место его опустошиша.
For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.
8 Не помяни наших беззаконий первых: скоро да предварят ны щедроты Твоя, Господи, яко обнищахом зело.
Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
9 Помози нам, Боже, Спасителю наш, славы ради имене Твоего: Господи, избави ны и очести грехи нашя имене ради Твоего.
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.
10 Да не когда рекут языцы: где есть Бог их? И да увестся во языцех пред очима нашима отмщение крове раб Твоих пролитыя.
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.
11 Да внидет пред Тя воздыхание окованных: по величию мышцы Твоея снабди сыны умерщвленных.
Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.
12 Воздаждь соседом нашым седмерицею в недро их поношение их, имже поносиша Тя, Господи.
And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.
13 Мы же людие Твои и овцы пажити Твоея исповемыся Тебе, Боже, во век, в род и род возвестим хвалу Твою.
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!
