Psalmi 79
1 Psalm Asafu. O Bog, prišli so narodi v posestvo tvoje, oskrunili so hram svetosti tvoje, v groblje izpremenili so Jeruzalem.
A psalm of Asaph. Heathen, O God, have come into your land, defiling your holy temple, and laying Jerusalem in ruins.
2 Dali so hlapcev tvojih truplo za hrano tičem nebeškim; meso njih, katerim si milosten, zemeljskim zverém.
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 Prelivali so kri njihovo kakor vodo okrog Jeruzalema, in ni ga bilo, da bi pokopaval.
Round about Jerusalem they have poured out their blood like water; and there was no one to bury them.
4 V zasramovanje smo sosedom našim, v zasmehovanje in norčevanje njim, kateri so okolo nas.
On every side our neighbours revile us and mock us and jeer at us.
5 Doklej, Gospod? bodeš-li jezil se večno? bode li gorela kakor ogenj gorečnost tvoja?
How long will you be angry, O Lord? Will your jealousy burn like fire forever?
6 Izlij srd svoj nad one narode, kateri te ne spoznavajo, in nad kraljestva, katera 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 Ker pojedli so Jakoba, in razdejali so prebivališče njegovo.
For Jacob they devoured, they have desolated his home.
8 Ne spomínjaj se zoper nas krivic preteklih časov, hiti naj in prehití nas usmiljenje tvoje, ker obožali smo silno.
Do not remember against us our ancestors’ sins; O meet us soon with your pity, for utterly weak are we.
9 Pomagaj nam, Bog, blaginje naše, zavoljo česti svojega imena, in reši nas ter prizanesi nam grehe naše zavoljo 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 naj bi govorili oni narodi: "Kje je njih Bog?" Znano bodi med onimi narodi pred našimi očmi maščevanje krvi prelite hlapcev tvojih.
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 Pred obličje tvoje naj pride zdihovanje jetnika, po velikosti roke svoje stóri, da ostanejo, kateri se že izročajo smrti.
May the groans of the prisoner come before you; free the children of death by your mighty arm.
12 Povrni torej sosedom našim sedemkrat v njih naročje sramoto njih, katero so ti delali, Gospod.
Pay our neighbours back sevenfold for the scorn they have heaped upon you, O Lord.
13 In mi ljudstvo tvoje, in čeda paše tvoje, bodemo slavili te večno; od roda do roda bodemo oznanjali hvalo tvojo.
Then we, your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for evermore, and tell your praise to all generations.
