Psalms 39
1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked man is before me.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Ya Yedusuni. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nagamba nti, “Nneekuumanga mu bye nkola, n’olulimi lwange lulemenga okwogera ebitali birongoofu. Abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu bwe banaabanga awamu nange nnaabuniranga bubunizi ne soogera.”
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Naye bwe nasirika ne sibaako kye njogedde wadde ekirungi, ate obuyinike bwange ne bweyongera.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I was musing the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Omutima gwange ne gumbabuukirira munda yange. Bwe nnali nkyakifumiitirizaako, omuliro ne gukoleera munda yange; kyenava njogera nti:
4 Jehovah, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.
“Ayi Mukama, ntegeeza entuuko zange nga bwe ziriba, n’ennaku ze nsigazza; ommanyise ebiseera byange mu bulamu buno bwe biri ebimpi ennyo.”
5 Behold, thou have made my days as handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Ennaku z’obulamu bwange wazitegeka ziri ng’oluta. Obungi bw’emyaka gyange tobulabamu kantu. Buli muntu, mukka bukka.
6 Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.
Ddala ddala omuntu ku nsi ali ng’ekisiikirize. Atawaana mu kino ne mu kiri, naye byonna butaliimu. Akuŋŋaanya obugagga, so nga tamanyi agenda kubutwala.
7 And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.
Naye kaakano, Ayi Mukama, nnoonya ki? Essuubi lyange liri mu ggwe.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Ondokole mu bibi byange byonna, abasirusiru baleme okunsekerera.
9 I was mute. I opened not my mouth, because thou did it.
Nasirika busirisi, saayasamya kamwa kange; kubanga kino ggwe wakikola.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me. I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Olekere awo okunkuba, emiggo gy’onkubye giyitiridde!
11 When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
Onenya omuntu ng’omukangavvula olw’ekibi kye ky’akola, omumaliramu ddala ensa, ng’ennyenje bw’ekola olugoye. Ddala omuntu mukka bukka.
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Ayi Mukama, wulira okusaba kwange, owulire okukaaba kwange onnyambe. Tonsiriikirira nga nkukaabirira. Kubanga ndi mugenyi bugenyi, omutambuze, nga bajjajjange bonna bwe baali.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.
Ndeka nsanyukemu, nga sinnava mu nsi muno, ne mbulirawo ddala.
