Proverbs 30
1 These are the words of Agur son of Jakeh—the burden that this man declared to Ithiel: “I am weary, O God, and worn out.
Bino bye bigambo bya Aguli mutabani wa Yake; obubaka bwe yawa bwe buno: Bw’ati omusajja ono bwe yagamba Isiyeri, Isyeri ono ne Ukali.
2 Surely I am the most ignorant of men, and I lack the understanding of a man.
Ddala Ayi Katonda wange nze nsinga obutategeera, sirina kutegeera kwa bantu.
3 I have not learned wisdom, and I have no knowledge of the Holy One.
Siyize magezi, so n’oyo Omutukuvu simumanyi.
4 Who has ascended to heaven and come down? Who has gathered the wind in His hands? Who has bound up the waters in His cloak? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name, and what is the name of His Son— surely you know!
Ani eyali alinnye mu ggulu n’akka? Ani eyali akuŋŋaanyiza empewo mu kibatu ky’engalo ze? Ani eyali asibye amazzi mu kyambalo kye? Ani eyatonda enkomerero zonna ez’ensi? Erinnya lye y’ani, ne mutabani we y’ani? Mbulira obanga obimanyi.
5 Every word of God is flawless; He is a shield to those who take refuge in Him.
Buli kigambo kya Katonda kya mazima, era aba ngabo eri abo abamwesiga.
6 Do not add to His words, lest He rebuke you and prove you a liar.
Toyongeranga ku bigambo bye, alemenga okukunenya naawe olabike ng’omulimba.
7 Two things I ask of You— do not refuse me before I die:
Ebintu bibiri bye nkusaba; Ayi Mukama, tobinnyimanga nga sinnafa:
8 Keep falsehood and deceitful words far from me. Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the bread that is my portion.
Ebigambo eby’obutaliimu n’eby’obulimba binteeke wala, ate era tonjavuwazanga wadde okungaggawaza, naye ndiisanga emmere eya buli lunaku.
9 Otherwise, I may have too much and deny You, saying, ‘Who is the LORD?’ Or I may become poor and steal, profaning the name of my God.
Nneme okukkutanga ne nkwegaana ne njogera nti, “Mukama ye y’ani?” Era nnemenga okuba omwavu ne nziba, ne nvumisa erinnya lya Katonda wange.
10 Do not slander a servant to his master, or he will curse you, and you will bear the guilt.
Tosekeetereranga muweereza eri mukama we, alemenga okukukolimira, naawe omusango ne gukusinga.
11 There is a generation of those who curse their fathers and do not bless their mothers.
Waliwo abo abakolimira bakitaabwe ne batasabira na bannyaabwe mukisa;
12 There is a generation of those who are pure in their own eyes and yet unwashed of their filth.
abo abeeraba ng’abatuukirivu bo mu maaso gaabwe, ate nga tebanaazibwangako bibi byabwe.
13 There is a generation—how haughty are their eyes and pretentious are their glances—
Waliwo abo ab’amalala amayitirivu, abatunuza okwemanya okw’ekitalo,
14 there is a generation whose teeth are swords and whose jaws are knives, devouring the oppressed from the earth and the needy from among men.
n’ebeerayo abo abalina amannyo agali ng’ebitala, n’emba zaabwe nga zirimu ebiso, okusaanyaawo abaavu mu nsi, n’abo abali mu kwetaaga.
15 The leech has two daughters: Give and Give. There are three things that are never satisfied, four that never say, ‘Enough!’:
Ekinoso kirina bawala baakyo babiri abaleekaana nti, “Mpa! mpa!” Waliwo ebintu bisatu ebitakkuta, weewaawo bina ebitagamba nti, “Matidde,”
16 Sheol, the barren womb, land never satisfied with water, and fire that never says, ‘Enough!’ (Sheol h7585)
Amagombe, olubuto olugumba, ettaka eritakutta mazzi, n’omuliro ogutayogera nti, “Ebyo binaamala!” (Sheol h7585)
17 As for the eye that mocks a father and scorns obedience to a mother, may the ravens of the valley pluck it out and young vultures devour it.
Eriiso ly’oyo anyooma kitaawe, era n’atagondera nnyina, liriggibwamu bannamuŋŋoona ab’omu kiwonvu, ne liriibwa ensega.
18 There are three things too wonderful for me, four that I cannot understand:
Waliwo ebigambo bisatu eby’ekitalo ennyo gye ndi, weewaawo bina bye sitegeera:
19 the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship at sea, and the way of a man with a maiden.
Empungu engeri gye yeeyisaamu mu bbanga, n’omusota engeri gye gwewalulamu wakati mu mayinja, n’ekyombo gye kiseeyeeyamu ku nnyanja, n’engeri omusajja gye yeeyisaamu ng’ali n’embeerera.
20 This is the way of an adulteress: She eats and wipes her mouth and says, ‘I have done nothing wrong.’
Bw’ati bwe yeeyisa omukazi omwenzi: alya n’asiimuula emimwa gye n’agamba nti, “Sirina kibi kye nkoze.”
21 Under three things the earth trembles, under four it cannot bear up:
Ensi ekankanira wansi w’ebintu bisatu weewaawo bina:
22 a servant who becomes king, a fool who is filled with food,
omuweereza bw’afuuka kabaka, n’omusirusiru bw’akutta emmere;
23 an unloved woman who marries, and a maidservant who supplants her mistress.
n’omukazi eyadibira mu ddya; n’omuweereza omuwala bw’afumbirwa bba wa mugole we.
24 Four things on earth are small, yet they are exceedingly wise:
Waliwo ebintu ebitono bina ku nsi, ebirina amagezi amangi ennyo.
25 The ants are creatures of little strength, yet they store up their food in the summer;
Enkolooto bye biwuka ebitalina maanyi mangi, naye byeterekera emmere yaabyo mu kyeya;
26 the rock badgers are creatures of little power, yet they make their homes in the rocks;
obumyu busolo bunafu naye bwezimbira ennyumba zaabwo mu mayinja;
27 the locusts have no king, yet they all advance in formation;
enzige tezirina kabaka, kyokka zitabaala zonna mu bibiina byazo;
28 and the lizard can be caught in one’s hands, yet it is found in the palaces of kings.
omunya oyinza okugukwasa engalo, naye mu mbiri za bakabaka gusangibwamu.
29 There are three things that are stately in their stride, and four that are impressive in their walk:
Waliwo ebintu bisatu ebyesimba obulungi mu kitiibwa nga bitambula, weewaawo bina ebitambulira mu kitiibwa:
30 a lion, mighty among beasts, refusing to retreat before anything;
empologoma esinga ensolo zonna amaanyi era kabaka waazo, so tewali gy’esegulira yonna;
31 a strutting rooster; a he-goat; and a king with his army around him.
sseggwanga, n’embuzi ennume, ne kabaka eyeetooloddwa eggye lye.
32 If you have foolishly exalted yourself or if you have plotted evil, put your hand over your mouth.
Bw’oba ng’obadde okoze eby’obusirusiru ne weegulumiza, obanga obadde oteekateeka okukola ebibi, weekomeko weekwate ku mumwa.
33 For as the churning of milk yields butter, and the twisting of the nose draws blood, so the stirring of anger brings forth strife.”
Kubanga okusunda amata kuzaala omuzigo, n’okunyiga ennyindo kuleeta omusaayi, okutankuula obusungu, bwe kutyo kuleeta entalo.
