Psalms 39
1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
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 speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Naye bwe nasirika ne sibaako kye njogedde wadde ekirungi, ate obuyinike bwange ne bweyongera.
3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, 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 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
“Ayi Mukama, ntegeeza entuuko zange nga bwe ziriba, n’ennaku ze nsigazza; ommanyise ebiseera byange mu bulamu buno bwe biri ebimpi ennyo.”
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Ennaku z’obulamu bwange wazitegeka ziri ng’oluta. Obungi bw’emyaka gyange tobulabamu kantu. Buli muntu, mukka bukka.
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
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, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
Naye kaakano, Ayi Mukama, nnoonya ki? Essuubi lyange liri mu ggwe.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Ondokole mu bibi byange byonna, abasirusiru baleme okunsekerera.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
Nasirika busirisi, saayasamya kamwa kange; kubanga kino ggwe wakikola.
10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Olekere awo okunkuba, emiggo gy’onkubye giyitiridde!
11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
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 LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
Ayi Mukama, wulira okusaba kwange, owulire okukaaba kwange onnyambe. Tonsiriikirira nga nkukaabirira. Kubanga ndi mugenyi bugenyi, omutambuze, nga bajjajjange bonna bwe baali.
13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
Ndeka nsanyukemu, nga sinnava mu nsi muno, ne mbulirawo ddala.
