Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. Jehovah, I have called upon thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Zabbuli Ya Dawudi. Ayi Mukama nkukaabira; oyanguwe okujja gye ndi! Owulire eddoboozi lyange, nga nkukoowoola.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening oblation.
Okusaba kwange kubeere ng’ebyakaloosa mu maaso go, n’okugolola emikono gyange gy’oli kubeere nga ssaddaaka ey’akawungeezi.
3 Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Onkuume, Ayi Mukama, nneme okwasamya akamwa kange, era bwe njogera onkomeko.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise deeds of wickedness with men that are workers of iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.
Okyuse omutima gwange guleme kugoberera kibi, n’okwemalira mu bikolwa ebibi; nneme okwetaba n’abantu abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu, wadde okulya ku mmere yaabwe.
5 Let the righteous smite me, it is kindness; and let him reprove me, it is an excellent oil which my head shall not refuse: for yet my prayer also is [for them] in their calamities.
Leka omuntu omutuukirivu ankube, kubanga anaaba ankwatiddwa ekisa; muleke annenye, ekyo kinaaba ng’amafuta amalungi agafukiddwa ku mutwe gwange; sijja kugagaana. Naye nnaasabanga bulijjo nga sikkiriziganya na babi wadde n’ebikolwa byabwe.
6 When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.
Abakola ebibi bwe baliweebwayo eri ab’okubasalira omusango, olwo ne balyoka bayiga nti ebigambo byange bya mazima.
7 Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Balyogera nti, “Ng’omuntu bw’akabala n’akuba amavuunike, n’amagumba gaffe bwe galisaasaanyizibwa bwe gatyo mu kamwa k’emagombe.” (Sheol h7585)
8 For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute.
Naye nze amaaso ngatadde ku ggwe, Ayi Mukama Katonda; mu ggwe mwe neekwese, tondeka nga sirina anambeera!
9 Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
Nkuuma omponye omutego gwe banteze, n’ebitimba by’abo abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal pass over.
Ebitimba bye banteze abakola ebibi abo bonna, baleke babigwemu, kyokka nze mpone.
