Psalms 79
1 A Psalme committed to Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance: thine holy Temple haue they defiled, and made Ierusalem heapes of stones.
Yon Sòm Asaph O Bondye, nasyon yo te anvayi eritaj Ou a. Yo te souye sen tanp Ou an. Yo te fè Jérusalem kouche nan yon pil ranblè.
2 The dead bodies of thy seruats haue they giuen to be meat vnto foules of ye heauen: and the flesh of thy Saintes vnto the beastes of the earth.
Yo te bay kadav sèvitè Ou yo kon manje pou zwazo syèl yo. Chè a fidèl Ou yo, yo fin bay a bèt latè yo.
3 Their blood haue they shead like waters rounde about Ierusalem, and there was none to burie them.
Yo te vide san yo tankou dlo toupatou Jérusalem. Pa t genyen moun ki pou antere yo.
4 Wee are a reproche to our neighbours, euen a scorne and derision vnto them that are round about vs.
Nou gen tan vin yon repwòch pou vwazen nou yo, Yon rizib ak yon betiz pou (sila) ki antoure nou yo.
5 Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
Jiskilè, O SENYÈ? Èske Ou va rete fache nèt? Èske jalouzi Ou va brile tankou dife tout tan?
6 Powre out thy wrath vpon the heathen that haue not knowen thee, and vpon the kingdomes that haue not called vpon thy Name.
Vide kòlè Ou sou nasyon ki pa rekonèt Ou yo, ak sou wayòm yo ki pa rele non Ou yo.
7 For they haue deuoured Iaakob and made his dwelling place desolate.
Paske yo te devore Jacob. Yo te devaste abitasyon Li an.
8 Remember not against vs the former iniquities, but make haste and let thy tender mercies preuent vs: for we are in great miserie.
Pa sonje inikite a papa zansèt nou yo pou kenbe kont nou. Kite mizerikòd Ou vini vit rankontre nou, paske nou fin rive ba nèt.
9 Helpe vs, O God of our saluation, for the glorie of thy Name, and deliuer vs, and be mercifull vnto our sinnes for thy Names sake.
Fè nou sekou, O Bondye sali nou an, pou glwa a non Ou. Delivre nou e padone peche nou yo, pou koz a non Ou.
10 Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed.
Poukisa nasyon yo ta di: “Kote Bondye yo ye?” Kite li vin rekonèt pami nasyon yo devan zye nou, ke vanjans pou san sèvitè Ou yo ap vèse.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue the children of death,
Kite vwa prizonyè k ap plenyen yo rive devan Ou. Selon grandè fòs Ou, prezève (sila) ki kondane a lamò.
12 And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche, wherewith they haue reproched thee, O Lord.
Fè remet a vwazen nou yo, sèt fwa antre nan vant yo, repwòch avèk (sila) yo te repwoche Ou a, O SENYÈ.
13 So wee thy people, and sheepe of thy pasture shall praise thee for euer: and from generation to generation we will set foorth thy praise.
Konsa nou menm, pèp Ou a, ak mouton a patiraj Ou a, Va bay Ou remèsiman jis pou tout tan. A tout jenerasyon yo, nou va pale lwanj Ou.
