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. God, foreign nations have come into your inheritance; they have defiled your holy temple; they have turned Jerusalem into a heap of ruins.
2 Trupla tvojih služabnikov so izročili, da so hrana perjadi neba, meso tvojih svetih za zemeljske živali.
They have given the dead bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the skies, the bodies of your faithful people to the beasts of the earth.
3 Njihovo kri so kakor vodo prelivali naokoli Jeruzalema, in nikogar ni bilo, da jih pokoplje.
They have shed their blood like water around Jerusalem, and there was none to bury them.
4 Postali smo graja našim sosedom, norčevanje in posmeh tem, ki so okoli nas.
We have become a reproach for our neighbors, mocking and derision to those who are around us.
5 Doklej, Gospod? Hočeš biti jezen na veke? Ali bo tvoja ljubosumnost gorela kakor ogenj?
How long, Yahweh? Will you stay angry forever? How long will your jealous anger burn like fire?
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 do not know you and on the kingdoms that do not call upon your name.
7 Kajti požrli so Jakoba in opustošili njegovo prebivališče.
For they have devoured Jacob and destroyed his villages.
8 O ne spominjaj se zoper nas prejšnjih krivičnosti. Naj nas tvoja nežna usmiljenja naglo vodijo, kajti mi smo zelo ponižani.
Do not hold the sins of our forefathers against us; may your merciful actions come to us, for we are very low.
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, God of our salvation, for the sake of the glory of your name; save us and forgive our sins for your name's sake.
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?” May the blood of your servants that was shed be avenged on the nations 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 prisoners come before you; with the greatness of your power keep the children of death alive.
12 in povrni našim sosedom njihovo grajo sedemkratno v njihovo naročje, s katero so te grajali, oh Gospod.
Pay back into the laps of our neighboring countries seven times as much as the insults with which they have insulted you, Lord.
13 Tako ti bomo mi, tvoje ljudstvo in ovce tvojega pašnika, dajali zahvalo na veke. Tvojo hvalo bomo naznanjali vsem rodovom.
So we your people and sheep of your pasture will give you thanks forever. We will tell your praises to all generations.
