Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mu Mukama mwe neekweka; ate muyinza mutya okuŋŋamba nti, “Ddukira ku nsozi ng’ebinyonyi?

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

Kubanga laba ababi baleega emitego gyabwe egy’obusaale, balase abalina omutima omulongoofu.

3 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

Emisingi nga gizikirizibwa, omutuukirivu ayinza kukola ki?”

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

Mukama ali mu Yeekaalu ye entukuvu; Mukama atudde ku ntebe ye ey’obwakabaka eri mu ggulu. Amaaso ge gatunuulira era geetegereza abaana b’abantu.

5 The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

Mukama akebera abatuukirivu naye omutima gwe gukyawa ababi, n’abakola eby’obukambwe.

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

Ababi alibayiwako amanda ag’omuliro; n’empewo ezibambula gwe guliba omugabo gwabwe.

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

Kubanga Mukama mutuukirivu era ayagala eby’obutuukirivu; abo abalongoofu be balimulaba.