Psalmi 79
1 Oh Bog, pogani so prišli v tvojo dediščino, omadeževali so tvoj sveti tempelj, Jeruzalem so razbili na kupe.
A psalm of Asaph. Heathen, O God, have come into your land, defiling your holy temple, and laying Jerusalem in ruins.
2 Trupla tvojih služabnikov so izročili, da so hrana perjadi neba, meso tvojih svetih za zemeljske živali.
They have given the bodies of your dead servants to the birds of the air to devour, and the flesh of your faithful to the beasts of the field.
3 Njihovo kri so kakor vodo prelivali naokoli Jeruzalema, in nikogar ni bilo, da jih pokoplje.
Round about Jerusalem they have poured out their blood like water; and there was no one to bury them.
4 Postali smo graja našim sosedom, norčevanje in posmeh tem, ki so okoli nas.
On every side our neighbours revile us and mock us and jeer at us.
5 Doklej, Gospod? Hočeš biti jezen na veke? Ali bo tvoja ljubosumnost gorela kakor ogenj?
How long will you be angry, O Lord? Will your jealousy burn like fire forever?
6 Svoj bes izlij nad pogane, ki te ne spoznavajo in nad kraljestva, ki ne kličejo tvojega imena.
Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
7 Kajti požrli so Jakoba in opustošili njegovo prebivališče.
For Jacob they devoured, they have desolated his home.
8 O ne spominjaj se zoper nas prejšnjih krivičnosti. Naj nas tvoja nežna usmiljenja naglo vodijo, kajti mi smo zelo ponižani.
Do not remember against us our ancestors’ sins; O meet us soon with your pity, for utterly weak are we.
9 Pomagaj nam, oh Bog rešitve naše duše, zaradi slave svojega imena in osvobodi nas in naše grehe očisti proč zaradi svojega imena.
Help us, O God our saviour, for the renown of your name: for your reputation deliver us and cover over our sins.
10 Zakaj bi pogani rekli: »Kje je njihov Bog?« Naj bo z maščevanjem krvi tvojih služabnikov, ki je prelita, on spoznan med pogani v našem pogledu.
Why should the nations say, ‘Where is their God?’ Let revenge for the outpoured blood of your servants be shown on the heathen before our eyes.
11 Naj pride predte jetnikovo vzdihovanje; glede na veličino svoje moči ohrani tiste, ki so določeni, da umro
May the groans of the prisoner come before you; free the children of death by your mighty arm.
12 in povrni našim sosedom njihovo grajo sedemkratno v njihovo naročje, s katero so te grajali, oh Gospod.
Pay our neighbours back sevenfold for the scorn they have heaped upon you, O Lord.
13 Tako ti bomo mi, tvoje ljudstvo in ovce tvojega pašnika, dajali zahvalo na veke. Tvojo hvalo bomo naznanjali vsem rodovom.
Then we, your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for evermore, and tell your praise to all generations.
