New International Reader's Version

Psalm 79

Psalm 79

A psalm of Asaph.

God, an army from the nations has attacked your land.
    They have polluted your holy temple.
    They have completely destroyed Jerusalem.
They have left the dead bodies of your people.
    They have left them as food for the birds in the sky.
They have left the bodies of your faithful people.
    They have left them for the wild animals.
They have poured out the blood of your people like water.
    It is all around Jerusalem.
    No one is left to bury the dead.
We are something our neighbors joke about.
    The nations around us laugh at us and make fun of us.

Lord, how long will you be angry with us? Will it be forever?
    How long will your jealousy burn like fire?
Bring your great anger against the nations
    that don’t pay any attention to you.
Bring it against the kingdoms
    that don’t worship you.
They have swallowed up the people of Jacob.
    They have destroyed Israel’s homeland.
Don’t hold against us the sins of our people who lived before us.
    May you be quick to show us your tender love.
    We are in great need.

God our Savior, help us.
    Then glory will come to you.
Save us and forgive our sins.
    Then people will honor your name.
10 Why should the nations say,
    “Where is their God?”
Show the nations that you punish those who kill your people.
    We want to see it happen.
11 Listen to the groans of the prisoners.
    Use your strong arm
    to save people sentenced to death.

12 Lord, our neighbors have laughed at you.
    Pay them back seven times for what they have done.
13 We are your people, your very own sheep.
    We will praise you forever.
For all time to come
    we will keep on praising you.

The Message

Psalm 79

An Asaph Psalm

11-4 God! Barbarians have broken into your home,
    violated your holy temple,
    left Jerusalem a pile of rubble!
They’ve served up the corpses of your servants
    as carrion food for birds of prey,
Threw the bones of your holy people
    out to the wild animals to gnaw on.
They dumped out their blood
    like buckets of water.
All around Jerusalem, their bodies
    were left to rot, unburied.
We’re nothing but a joke to our neighbors,
    graffiti scrawled on the city walls.

5-7 How long do we have to put up with this, God?
    Do you have it in for us for good?
    Will your smoldering rage never cool down?
If you’re going to be angry, be angry
    with the pagans who care nothing about you,
    or your rival kingdoms who ignore you.
They’re the ones who ruined Jacob,
    who wrecked and looted the place where he lived.

8-10 Don’t blame us for the sins of our parents.
    Hurry up and help us; we’re at the end of our rope.
You’re famous for helping; God, give us a break.
    Your reputation is on the line.
Pull us out of this mess, forgive us our sins—
    do what you’re famous for doing!
Don’t let the heathen get by with their sneers:
    “Where’s your God? Is he out to lunch?”
Go public and show the godless world
    that they can’t kill your servants and get by with it.

11-13 Give groaning prisoners a hearing;
    pardon those on death row from their doom—you can do it!
Give our jeering neighbors what they’ve got coming to them;
    let their God-taunts boomerang and knock them flat.
Then we, your people, the ones you love and care for,
    will thank you over and over and over.
We’ll tell everyone we meet
    how wonderful you are, how praiseworthy you are!