Psalmi 79
1 Psalam. Asafov. Bože, pogani, evo, provališe u baštinu tvoju, tvoj sveti Hram oskvrnuše, pretvoriše Jeruzalem u ruševine.
A psalm of Asaph. Heathen, O God, have come into your land, defiling your holy temple, and laying Jerusalem in ruins.
2 Trupla tvojih slugu dadoše za hranu pticama nebeskim, meso tvojih pobožnika zvijerima zemaljskim.
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 Krv im k'o vodu prolijevahu oko Jeruzalema i ne bijaše nikoga da ih pokopa.
Round about Jerusalem they have poured out their blood like water; and there was no one to bury them.
4 Postadosmo sramota susjedima svojim, podsmijeh i ruglo svima oko nas.
On every side our neighbors revile us and mock us and jeer at us.
5 Dokle još, Jahve? Zar ćeš se svagda srditi? Zar će ljubomora tvoja poput ognja gorjeti?
How long will you be angry, O Lord? Will your jealousy burn like fire forever?
6 Izlij gnjev na pogane koji te ne priznaju i na kraljevstva što ne zazivlju ime tvoje!
Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
7 Jer izjedoše Jakova i opustošiše boravište njegovo.
For Jacob they devoured, they have desolated his home.
8 Ne spominji se, protiv nas, grijeha otaca; neka nas pretekne smilovanje tvoje jer smo jadni i nevoljni.
Do not remember against us our ancestors’ sins; O meet us soon with your pity, for utterly weak are we.
9 Pomozi nam, Bože, pomoći naša, zbog slave imena svojega, oslobodi nas i otpusti nam grijehe zbog imena svoga!
Help us, O God our savior, for the renown of your name: for your reputation deliver us and cover over our sins.
10 Zašto da pogani govore: “TÓa gdje je njihov Bog?” Nek' se na poganima pokaže, pred očima našim, kako osvećuješ prolivenu krv slugu svojih!
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 Nek' do tebe dopru uzdasi sužanja, snagom svoje mišice poštedi predane smrti!
May the groans of the prisoner come before you; free the children of death by your mighty arm.
12 A našim susjedima vrati sedmerostruko u krilo pogrdu koju naniješe tebi, o Jahve!
Pay our neighbors back sevenfold for the scorn they have heaped upon you, O Lord.
13 A mi, tvoj puk i ovce paše tvoje, slavit ćemo te dovijeka, kazivat ćemo od koljena do koljena hvalu tvoju!
Then we, your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you for evermore, and tell your praise to all generations.
