Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Lwaki otwekwese, Ayi Mukama? Lwaki otwekwese mu biseera eby’emitawaana?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Omubi, mu malala ge, ayigganya abanafu; muleke agwe mu nkwe ezo z’asaze.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Kubanga omubi yeewaana ng’anyumya ku bibi ebiri mu mutima gwe, agabula aboomululu n’avuma Mukama.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Omubi mu malala ge tanoonya Katonda.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Buli ky’akola kimugendera bulungi. Amateeka go tagafaako, era n’abalabe be abanyooma.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Ayogera mu mutima gwe nti, “Sikangibwa, nzija kusanyuka emirembe gyonna.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Mu kamwa ke mujjudde okukolima n’obulimba awamu n’okutiisatiisa; ebigambo bye bya mutawaana era bibi.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Yeekukuma mu byalo okutemula abantu abataliiko musango. Yeekweka ng’aliimisa b’anatta.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Asooba mu kyama ng’empologoma, ng’alindirira okuzinduukiriza abateesobola. Abakwasa n’abatwalira mu kitimba kye.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
B’abonyaabonya bagwa wansi ne babetentebwa ng’amaanyi g’omubi gabasukkiridde.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
Ayogera mu mutima gwe nti, “Katonda yeerabidde, amaaso ge agakwese, era takyaddayo kubiraba.”
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ozikirize omubi, Ayi Katonda; abanaku tobeerabiranga.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Omuntu omubi ayinza atya okukunyooma, Ayi Katonda, n’agamba mu mutima gwe nti “Sigenda kwennyonnyolako?”
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Katonda, ennaku zaabwe n’okubonaabona kwabwe obiraba era ojja kubikolako. Ateesobola yeewaayo mu mikono gyo, kubanga gwe mubeezi w’abatalina bakitaabwe.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Malawo amaanyi g’omwonoonyi, muyite abyogere ebyo ebibadde bitajja kuzuulwa.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Mukama ye Kabaka emirembe n’emirembe. Amawanga galizikirizibwa mu nsi ye.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Mukama awulira okwetaaga kw’ababonyaabonyezebwa, ogumye emitima gyabwe; otege okutu kwo obaanukule.
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Olwanirira abataliiko bakitaabwe n’abajoogebwa; omuntu obuntu ow’oku nsi n’ataddayo kubatiisa.
