Psalms 108
1 A Song. A Psalm. Of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory.
Oluyimba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Omutima gwange munywevu, Ayi Katonda; nnaayimbanga ne nkutendereza n’omwoyo gwange gwonna.
2 Give out your sounds, O corded instruments: the dawn will be awaking with my song.
Muzuukuke, mmwe entongooli n’ennanga ey’enkoba, nzija kuyimba okukeesa obudde.
3 I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make melody to you among the nations.
Nnaakutenderezanga, Ayi Mukama, mu bantu bonna, nnaakuyimbiranga mu mawanga gonna.
4 For your mercy is higher than the heavens: and your unchanging faith than the clouds.
Okwagala kwo kunene, kutumbiira okutuuka ku ggulu; n’obwesigwa bwo butuuka ku bire.
5 Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Katonda, okuyisa eggulu; n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.
6 Let your right hand be stretched out for salvation, and give me an answer, so that your loved ones may be safe from danger.
Tulokole otuyambe n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo, abo booyagala banunulibwe.
7 This is the word of the holy God: I will be glad; I will make Shechem a heritage, measuring out the valley of Succoth.
Katonda ayogedde ng’asinziira mu kifo kye ekitukuvu n’agamba nti, “Nga nzijudde essanyu, ndisala mu Sekemu, era n’Ekiwonvu kya Sukkosi ndikigabanyagabanyaamu.
8 Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Ensi ya Gireyaadi yange, n’eya Manase nayo yange. Efulayimu mwe muli abalwanyi bange abazira; ate mu Yuda mwe munaavanga bakabaka.
9 Moab is my washpot; on Edom is the resting-place of my shoe; over Philistia will I send out a glad cry.
Mowaabu be baweereza bange abawulize; ate Edomu be baddu bange; Abafirisuuti ndibaleekaanira mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka ery’obuwanguzi.”
10 Who will take me into the strong town? who will be my guide into Edom?
Ani anantuusa ku kibuga ekigumu ekinywevu? Ani anankulembera okunnyingiza mu Edomu?
11 Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies.
Si ggwe, ayi Katonda, atusudde, atakyatabaala n’amaggye gaffe?
12 Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man.
Tudduukirire nga tulwanyisa abalabe baffe, kubanga obuyambi bw’abantu temuli nsa.
13 With God we will do great things; for by him will our haters be crushed underfoot.
Bwe tunaabeeranga ne Katonda tunaabanga bawanguzi; kubanga y’anaalinnyiriranga abalabe baffe wansi w’ebigere bye.
