A psalmמִזְמוֹרof Asaph.לְאָסָףElohim,אֱלֹהִיםnationsגוֹיִםhave comeבָּאוּinto your inheritance;בְּנַחֲלָתֶךָthey have made uncleanטִמְּאוּyour holy temple;אֶת הֵיכַל קָדְשֶׁךָthey have madeשָׂמוּJerusalemאֶת יְרוּשָׁלִַםinto heaps of ruins.לְעִיִּים
They have givenנָתְנוּthe corpsesאֶת נִבְלַתof your servantsעֲבָדֶיךָas foodמַאֲכָלto the birdsלְעוֹףof the sky,הַשָּׁמָיִםthe fleshבְּשַׂרof your faithful onesחֲסִידֶיךָto the animalsלְחַיְתוֹof the earth.אָרֶץ
They have poured outשָׁפְכוּtheir bloodדָמָםlike waterכַּמַּיִםall aroundסְבִיבוֹתJerusalem,יְרוּשָׁלִָםand there is no oneוְאֵיןto bury them.קוֹבֵר
We have becomeהָיִינוּa reproachחֶרְפָּהto our neighbors,לִשְׁכֵנֵינוּa mockeryלַעַגand a derisionוָקֶלֶסto those around us.לִסְבִיבוֹתֵינוּ
How long,עַד מָהYHWH?יְהוָהWill you be angryתֶּאֱנַףforever?לָנֶצַחWill your jealousyקִנְאָתֶךָburnתִּבְעַרlikeכְּמוֹfire?אֵשׁ
Pour outשְׁפֹךְyour furyחֲמָתְךָon the nationsאֶל הַגּוֹיִםthatאֲשֶׁרdo notלֹאknow you,יְדָעוּךָand onוְעַלthe kingdomsמַמְלָכוֹתthatאֲשֶׁרdo notלֹאcallקָרָאוּon your name,בְּשִׁמְךָ
forכִּיthey have devouredאָכַלJacob,אֶת יַעֲקֹבand his abodeוְאֶת נָוֵהוּthey have laid waste.הֵשַׁמּוּ
Do notאַלrememberתִּזְכָּרagainst usלָנוּthe iniquitiesעֲוֺנֹתof the ancestors;רִאשֹׁנִיםquicklyמַהֵרlet your compassionרַחֲמֶיךָcome to meet us,יְקַדְּמוּנוּforכִּיwe have been brought lowדַלּוֹנוּgreatly.מְאֹד
Help us,עָזְרֵנוּElohimאֱלֹהֵיof our salvation,יִשְׁעֵנוּfor the sakeעַל דְּבַרof the gloryכְּבוֹדof your name;שְׁמֶךָand deliver us,וְהַצִּילֵנוּand make expiationוְכַפֵּרfor our sins,עַל חַטֹּאתֵינוּfor the sakeלְמַעַןof your name.שְׁמֶךָ
Whyלָמָּהshould the nationsהַגּוֹיִםsay,יֹאמְרוּ“Where isאַיֵּהtheir Elohim?”אֱלֹהֵיהֶםLet there be knownיִוָּדַעamong the nations,בַּגּוֹיִםbefore our eyes,לְעֵינֵינוּthe vengeanceנִקְמַתfor the bloodדַּםof your servantsעֲבָדֶיךָthat was poured out.הַשָּׁפוּךְ
Letתָּבוֹאthe groaningאֶנְקַתof the prisonerאָסִירcomeתָּבוֹאbefore you;לְפָנֶיךָaccording to the greatnessכְּגֹדֶלof your armזְרוֹעֲךָpreserve aliveהוֹתֵרthe sonsבְּנֵיof death.תְמוּתָה
And returnוְהָשֵׁבto our neighborsלִשְׁכֵנֵינוּsevenfoldשִׁבְעָתַיִםinto their bosomאֶל חֵיקָםtheir reproachחֶרְפָּתָםwith whichאֲשֶׁרthey have reproached you,חֵרְפוּךָAdonai.אֲדֹנָי
And we,וַאֲנַחְנוּyour peopleעַמְּךָand the sheepוְצֹאןof your pasture,מַרְעִיתֶךָwill give you thanksנוֹדֶה לְּךָforever;לְעוֹלָםfrom generation to generationלְדֹר וָדֹרwe will recountנְסַפֵּרyour praise.תְּהִלָּתֶךָ