Psalms 79

79 ¹ Our Papa, di nations don invade di land wey be your own; dem don defile your holy temple; dem don turn Jerusalem to ruins.

² Dem don give di dead bodies of your servants as food to di birds of di sky, di flesh of your faithful ones to di wild animals of di earth. ³ Dem don pour dia blood like water all around Jerusalem, and nobody dey to bury dem. ⁴ We don become something wey our neighbors dey scorn, dem dey mock us and laugh us, all di people wey dey around us.

⁵ How long, our Papa? You go vex forever? Your jealousy go burn like fire? ⁶ Pour your anger on di nations wey no know you, and on di kingdoms wey no dey call your name. ⁷ Because dem don chop Jacob finish and don destroy im homeland. ⁸ No hold am against us — di sins of our ancestors; make your tender mercy wey dey pain belle come quick come meet us, because dem don bring us very low well well.

⁹ Help us, our Papa wey dey save us, for di glory of your name; rescue us and cover our sins because of your name. ¹⁰ Why di nations go dey talk say, “Where dia God dey?” For our very eyes, make dem know am among di nations say you dey bring justice for di blood of your servants wey dem pour. ¹¹ Make di groaning of di prisoner reach you; by di greatness of your arm, keep di people wey dem condemn to die.

¹² Pay our neighbors back seven times for dia lap, for di scorn wey dem take scorn you, O Sovereign Papa. ¹³ Den we, your people, di sheep wey you dey feed for your field, go thank you forever; from generation to generation we go tell your praise.