Psalms 17
1 The prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lord, consider my crye: hearken vnto my prayer of lips vnfained.
Okusaba kwa Dawudi. Wulira, Ayi Mukama, okukoowoola kwange nga nneegayirira, wuliriza okukaaba kwange. Tega okutu owulirize okukoowoola kwange, kubanga tekuva ku mimwa gya bulimba.
2 Let my sentence come forth from thy presence, and let thine eyes beholde equitie.
Nzigyako omusango; kubanga olaba ekituufu.
3 Thou hast prooued and visited mine heart in the night: thou hast tryed me, and foundest nothing: for I was purposed that my mouth should not offend.
Weekenneenyezza omutima gwange era n’onkebera n’ekiro. Ne bw’onongezesa toobeeko kibi ky’onsangamu; kubanga mmaliridde obutayogeranga bya bulimba.
4 Concerning the workes of men, by the wordes of thy lips I kept mee from the paths of the cruell man.
Ggwe, gwe nkoowoola, ngoberedde ebigambo by’akamwa ko, ne neewala ebikolwa by’abantu abakambwe.
5 Stay my steps in thy paths, that my feete doe not slide.
Nnyweredde mu makubo go, era ebigere byange tebiigalekenga.
6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
Nkukoowoola, Ayi Katonda, kubanga mmanyi ng’onnyanukula; ontegere okutu kwo owulire okusaba kwange.
7 Shewe thy marueilous mercies, thou that art the Sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as resist thy right hand.
Ndaga okwagala kwo okutaggwaawo, okwewuunyisa, ggwe alokola n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo abo bonna abakweyuna nga badduka abalabe baabwe.
8 Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings,
Onkuume ng’emmunye ey’eriiso lyo; onkweke mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
9 From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
Omponye ababi abannumba, n’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde.
10 They are inclosed in their owne fat, and they haue spoken proudely with their mouth.
Omutima gwabwe mukakanyavu, n’akamwa kaabwe koogera by’amalala.
11 They haue compassed vs now in our steps: they haue set their eyes to bring downe to the ground:
Banzingizza era banneetoolodde; bansimbye amaaso nga beeteeseteese okunsuula wansi.
12 Like as a lyon that is greedy of pray, and as it were a lyons whelp lurking in secret places.
Bali ng’empologoma enjala gy’eruma eyeeteeseteese okutaagula omuyiggo gwayo era ng’empologoma enkulu eteeze.
13 Vp Lord, disappoint him: cast him downe: deliuer my soule from the wicked with thy sworde,
Golokoka n’ekitala kyo, Ayi Mukama, oyolekere abalabe bange obawangule, omponye ababi abo.
14 From men by thine hand, O Lord, from men of the world, who haue their portion in this life, whose bellies thou fillest with thine hid treasure: their children haue ynough, and leaue the rest of their substance for their children.
Ayi Mukama, mponya abantu, abantu ab’ensi n’omukono gwo, kubanga balowooleza mu bya bulamu buno byokka, n’emigabo gyabwe giri mu nsi. Embuto zaabwe zigezze, obagaggawazizza ne baterekera n’abaana baabwe ne bazzukulu baabwe.
15 But I will beholde thy face in righteousnes, and when I awake, I shalbe satisfied with thine image.
Nze ndikulaba n’amaaso mu butuukirivu era ndimatira, bwe ndiraba obwenyi bwo nga nzuukuse.
