Psalms 22
1 For the music director. To the tune “Doe of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan, asking for help?
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Katonda wange, Katonda wange, lwaki onjabulidde? Lwaki ogaana okunnyamba wadde okuwuliriza okwaziirana kwange?
2 My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
Ayi Katonda wange, emisana nkukoowoola, naye tonnyanukula; n’ekiro bwe ntyo, naye siweerako.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
Songa ggwe Mutukuvu atudde ku Ntebe, era ettendo lya Isirayiri yonna.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
Bajjajjaffe baakwesiganga; baakwesiga naawe n’obawonya.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
Baakukoowoolanga n’obalokola; era baakwesiganga ne batajulirira.
6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
Naye nze ndi lusiriŋŋanyi, siri muntu; abantu bampisaamu amaaso, n’abalala bannyooma.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
Bonna abandaba banduulira, era banvuma nga bwe banyeenyeza omutwe nga bagamba nti,
8 “He trusts in the Lord—well then, let the Lord save him! If the Lord is such a friend, then let the Lord rescue him!”
“Yeesiga Mukama; kale amuwonye. Obanga Mukama amwagala, kale nno amulokole!”
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
Naye ggwe wanziggya mu lubuto lwa mmange, era wampa okukwesiga ne mu buto bwange bwonna nga nkyayonka.
10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
Olwazaalibwa ne nteekebwa mu mikono gyo; olwava mu lubuto lwa mmange n’obeera Katonda wange.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Tobeera wala nange, kubanga emitawaana ginsemberedde, ate nga tewali mulala n’omu asobola kunnyamba.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Zisseddume nnyingi zinneetoolodde, zisseddume enkambwe ez’e Basani zinzingizizza.
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
Banjasamiza akamwa kaabwe ng’empologoma bw’ewuluguma ng’etaagulataagula omuyiggo gwayo.
14 I feel like I'm being poured out like water. I'm falling apart as if all my bones have become loose. My mind feels like it's wax melting inside me.
Ngiyiddwa ng’amazzi, n’amagumba gange gasowose mu nnyingo zaago. Omutima gwange guli ng’obubaane, era gusaanuukidde mu mubiri gwange.
15 My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.
Amaanyi gampweddemu, gakaze ng’oluggyo; n’olulimi lwange lukutte waggulu mu kibuno kyange. Ondese awo mu nfuufu ng’omufu.
16 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
Abantu ababi banneetoolodde; banneebunguludde ng’embwa ennyingi; banfumise ne bawummula ebibatu byange n’ebigere byange.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
Amagumba gansowose nnyinza n’okugabala. Abalabe bange bantunuulira nga bannyoomoola.
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
Bagabana engoye zange; era ekyambalo kyange bakikubira akalulu.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, tobeera wala nange. Ggwe, Amaanyi gange, yanguwa okunnyamba!
20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
Omponye okuttibwa n’ekitala; obulamu bwange obw’omuwendo butaase mu maanyi g’embwa!
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
Nzigya mu kamwa k’empologoma, omponye amayembe g’embogo enkambwe.
22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
Nnaategezanga ku linnya lyo mu booluganda; nnaakutenderezanga mu kibiina ky’abantu.
23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
Mmwe abatya Mukama, mumutenderezenga. Abaana ba Yakobo mwenna mumugulumizenga; era mumussengamu ekitiibwa nga mumutya, mmwe abaana ba Isirayiri mwenna.
24 For he has not ridiculed or scorned the suffering of the poor; he has not turned away from them, he has listened to their cries for help.
Kubanga tanyooma kwaziirana kw’abo abali mu nnaku, era tabeekweka, wabula abaanukula bwe bamukoowoola.
25 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
Mu ggwe mwe muva ettendo lyange mu kibiina ekinene, ne nkutendereza olw’ebyo by’onkoledde. Obweyamo bwange nnaabutuukirizanga mu maaso gaabo abakutya.
26 The poor shall eat, and they shall be satisfied. All who come to the Lord will praise him—may you all live forever!
Abaavu banaalyanga ne bakkuta, abo abanoonya Mukama banaamutenderezanga. Emitima gyabwe ginaajaguzanga emirembe gyonna.
27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
Ensi zonna zirijjukira ne zikyukira Mukama, ebika byonna eby’amawanga gonna birimuvuunamira.
28 For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
Kubanga obwakabaka bwonna bwa Mukama, era y’afuga amawanga gonna.
29 All who prosper come to feast and worship. Bow down before him, all those destined for the grave—for none can keep themselves alive.
Abagagga bonna ab’omu nsi balirya embaga, ne bamusinza. Bonna abagenda mu nfuufu, balimufukaamirira, abatakyali balamu.
30 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
Ezadde lyabwe lirimuweereza; abaliddawo balibuulirwa ekigambo kya Mukama.
31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
N’abo abatannazaalibwa balibuulirwa obutuukirivu bwe nti, “Ekyo yakikoze.”
