Psalms 79

1 A Melody of Asaph. O God, nations, Have entered thine inheritance, Have profaned thy holy temple, —Have laid Jerusalem in heaps:

Of Asaph. God, hethene men cam in to thin eritage; thei defouliden thin hooli temple, thei settiden Jerusalem in to the keping of applis.

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:

Thei settiden the slayn bodies of thi seruauntis, meetis to the volatilis of heuenes; the fleischis of thi seyntis to the beestis of the erthe.

3 They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.

Thei schedden out the blood of hem, as watir in the cumpas of Jerusalem; and noon was that biriede.

4 We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, —A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.

We ben maad schenschipe to oure neiyboris; mowynge and scornynge to hem, that ben in oure cumpas.

5 How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?

Lord, hou longe schalt thou be wrooth in to the ende? schal thi veniaunce be kyndelid as fier?

6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called.

Schede out thin ire in to hethene men, that knowen not thee; and in to rewmes, that clepiden not thi name.

7 For he hath devoured Jacob, —And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste.

For thei eeten Jacob; and maden desolat his place.

8 Do not remember against us former iniquities, —Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low!

Haue thou not mynde on oure elde wickidnesses; thi mercies bifore take vs soone, for we ben maad pore greetli.

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.

God, oure heelthe, helpe thou vs, and, Lord, for the glorie of thi name delyuer thou vs; and be thou merciful to oure synnes for thi name.

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!

Lest perauenture thei seie among hethene men, Where is the God of hem? and be he knowun among naciouns bifore oure iyen. The veniaunce of the blood of thi seruauntis, which is sched out; the weilyng of feterid men entre in thi siyt.

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.

Vpe the greetnesse of thin arm; welde thou the sones of slayn men.

12 Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!

And yelde thou to oure neiyboris seuenfoold in the bosum of hem; the schenschip of hem, which thei diden schenschipfuli to thee, thou Lord.

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.

But we that ben thi puple, and the scheep of thi leesewe; schulen knouleche to thee in to the world. In generacioun and in to generacioun; we schulen telle thin heriyng.