The Message

Psalm 74

An Asaph Psalm

1You walked off and left us, and never looked back.
    God, how could you do that?
We’re your very own sheep;
    how can you stomp off in anger?

2-3 Refresh your memory of us—you bought us a long time ago.
    Your most precious tribe—you paid a good price for us!
    Your very own Mount Zion—you actually lived here once!
Come and visit the site of disaster,
    see how they’ve wrecked the sanctuary.

4-8 While your people were at worship, your enemies barged in,
    brawling and scrawling graffiti.
They set fire to the porch;
    axes swinging, they chopped up the woodwork,
Beat down the doors with sledgehammers,
    then split them into kindling.
They burned your holy place to the ground,
    violated the place of worship.
They said to themselves, “We’ll wipe them all out,”
    and burned down all the places of worship.

9-17 There’s not a sign or symbol of God in sight,
    nor anyone to speak in his name,
    no one who knows what’s going on.
How long, God, will barbarians blaspheme,
    enemies curse and get by with it?
Why don’t you do something? How long are you going
    to sit there with your hands folded in your lap?
God is my King from the very start;
    he works salvation in the womb of the earth.
With one blow you split the sea in two,
    you made mincemeat of the dragon Tannin.
You lopped off the heads of Leviathan,
    then served them up in a stew for the animals.
With your finger you opened up springs and creeks,
    and dried up the wild floodwaters.
You own the day, you own the night;
    you put stars and sun in place.
You laid out the four corners of earth,
    shaped the seasons of summer and winter.

18-21 Mark and remember, God, all the enemy
    taunts, each idiot desecration.
Don’t throw your lambs to the wolves;
    after all we’ve been through, don’t forget us.
Remember your promises;
    the city is in darkness, the countryside violent.
Don’t leave the victims to rot in the street;
    make them a choir that sings your praises.

22-23 On your feet, O God—
    stand up for yourself!
Do you hear what they’re saying about you,
    all the vile obscenities?
Don’t tune out their malicious filth,
    the brawling invective that never lets up.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 74

Ɔmannyina mpaebɔ

1O Onyankopɔn, adɛn nti na woagyaa yɛn mu saa? Wo bo befuw wo nkurɔfo akosi wiase awiei? Kae wo nkurɔfo a wo ara wuyii wɔn mmere pii a atwam de wɔn fi nkoasom mu bɛyɛɛ w’ankasa w’abusua no. Kae Sion bepɔw a da bi hɔ na wote so no.

Nantew fa saa amamfo yi so; yɛn atamfo na wɔasɛe biribiara a ɛwɔ asɔrefi hɔ. W’atamfo teɛm nkonim so wɔ wo fi hɔ. Wɔasisi wɔn mfrankaa a ɛkyerɛ sɛ wɔadi nkonim. Wɔte sɛ nnipa nnuabufo a wɔde wɔn mmonnua bu nnua gu. Wɔde wɔn mmonnua ne wɔn nname sɛee mpongua no nyinaa. Wobubuu wo fi no, na wɔtoo mu gya. Woguu faako a wɔsom wo hɔ no ho fi. Wɔpɛe sɛ anka wɔtɔre yɛn ase; wɔhyew mmeae kronkron a ɛwɔ asase no so nyinaa.

Yɛn agyiraehyɛde kronkron no nyinaa kɔ. Adiyifo nyinaa asa na obiara nnim nna ko a eyi bedi. 10 O Onyankopɔn, w’atamfo bɛserew wo akosi da bɛn? Wɔbɛkasa atia wo din akosi daa daa? 11 Adɛn nti na wompɛ sɛ woboa yɛn? Adɛn na woabobɔw wo nsa agu w’akyi?

12 Nanso woyɛ yɛn hene fi mfitiase, O Onyankopɔn. Woagye yɛn nkwa mpɛn pii. 13 Wonam w’ahoɔden tumi so kyɛɛ po mu abien, na wopɛtɛw nsu mu atweaseɛ ti. 14 Wopɛtɛw bonsu ti na wode ne nam maa sare so mmoa wee. 15 Womaa nsuwa ne nsuti teɛe na womaa nsu akɛse yoyoe. 16 Wobɔɔ awia ne anadwo. Wode owia ne ɔsram sii wɔn tenabea.

17 Wokyerɛɛ nea ɛsɛ sɛ asase ano kɔpem. Wobɔɔ ahohuru ne awɔw. 18 Nanso kae, O Awurade, sɛ w’atamfo serew wo sɛ woyɛ kronn nam so bu wo animtia.

19 Nyaw wo nkurɔfo a wonni boafo no mma wɔn atamfo atirimɔdenfo no. Mma wo werɛ mmfi nnipa a wɔtaa wo no! 20 Kae apam a wo ne yɛn hyehyɛe no. Basabasayɛ wɔ asase no tweaa so sum mu baabiara. 21 Ma wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so no anim ngu ase. Ma ahiafo ne mmɔborɔfo nkamfo wo. 22 Ma wo ho so, Onyankopɔn, na yi wo ho adi! Kae sɛ nnebɔneyɛfo serew wo daa nyinaa. 23 Mma wo werɛ mmfi abufuw nteɛteɛm ne gyegyeegye a w’atamfo yɛ no.