Psalms 22
1 To him that excelleth upon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Katonda wange, Katonda wange, lwaki onjabulidde? Lwaki ogaana okunnyamba wadde okuwuliriza okwaziirana kwange?
2 O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
Ayi Katonda wange, emisana nkukoowoola, naye tonnyanukula; n’ekiro bwe ntyo, naye siweerako.
3 But thou art holy, and doest inhabite the prayses of Israel.
Songa ggwe Mutukuvu atudde ku Ntebe, era ettendo lya Isirayiri yonna.
4 Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didest deliuer them.
Bajjajjaffe baakwesiganga; baakwesiga naawe n’obawonya.
5 They called vpon thee, and were deliuered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
Baakukoowoolanga n’obalokola; era baakwesiganga ne batajulirira.
6 But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
Naye nze ndi lusiriŋŋanyi, siri muntu; abantu bampisaamu amaaso, n’abalala bannyooma.
7 All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,
Bonna abandaba banduulira, era banvuma nga bwe banyeenyeza omutwe nga bagamba nti,
8 He trusted in the Lord, let him deliuer him: let him saue him, seeing he loueth him.
“Yeesiga Mukama; kale amuwonye. Obanga Mukama amwagala, kale nno amulokole!”
9 But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
Naye ggwe wanziggya mu lubuto lwa mmange, era wampa okukwesiga ne mu buto bwange bwonna nga nkyayonka.
10 I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
Olwazaalibwa ne nteekebwa mu mikono gyo; olwava mu lubuto lwa mmange n’obeera Katonda wange.
11 Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
Tobeera wala nange, kubanga emitawaana ginsemberedde, ate nga tewali mulala n’omu asobola kunnyamba.
12 Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
Zisseddume nnyingi zinneetoolodde, zisseddume enkambwe ez’e Basani zinzingizizza.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
Banjasamiza akamwa kaabwe ng’empologoma bw’ewuluguma ng’etaagulataagula omuyiggo gwayo.
14 I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
Ngiyiddwa ng’amazzi, n’amagumba gange gasowose mu nnyingo zaago. Omutima gwange guli ng’obubaane, era gusaanuukidde mu mubiri gwange.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Amaanyi gampweddemu, gakaze ng’oluggyo; n’olulimi lwange lukutte waggulu mu kibuno kyange. Ondese awo mu nfuufu ng’omufu.
16 For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
Abantu ababi banneetoolodde; banneebunguludde ng’embwa ennyingi; banfumise ne bawummula ebibatu byange n’ebigere byange.
17 I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
Amagumba gansowose nnyinza n’okugabala. Abalabe bange bantunuulira nga bannyoomoola.
18 They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.
Bagabana engoye zange; era ekyambalo kyange bakikubira akalulu.
19 But be thou not farre off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, tobeera wala nange. Ggwe, Amaanyi gange, yanguwa okunnyamba!
20 Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
Omponye okuttibwa n’ekitala; obulamu bwange obw’omuwendo butaase mu maanyi g’embwa!
21 Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes.
Nzigya mu kamwa k’empologoma, omponye amayembe g’embogo enkambwe.
22 I wil declare thy Name vnto my brethren: in the middes of the Congregation will I praise thee, saying,
Nnaategezanga ku linnya lyo mu booluganda; nnaakutenderezanga mu kibiina ky’abantu.
23 Prayse the Lord, ye that feare him: magnifie ye him, all the seede of Iaakob, and feare ye him, all the seede of Israel.
Mmwe abatya Mukama, mumutenderezenga. Abaana ba Yakobo mwenna mumugulumizenga; era mumussengamu ekitiibwa nga mumutya, mmwe abaana ba Isirayiri mwenna.
24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred ye affliction of the poore: neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he called vnto him, he heard.
Kubanga tanyooma kwaziirana kw’abo abali mu nnaku, era tabeekweka, wabula abaanukula bwe bamukoowoola.
25 My prayse shalbe of thee in the great Congregation: my vowes will I perfourme before them that feare him.
Mu ggwe mwe muva ettendo lyange mu kibiina ekinene, ne nkutendereza olw’ebyo by’onkoledde. Obweyamo bwange nnaabutuukirizanga mu maaso gaabo abakutya.
26 The poore shall eate and be satisfied: they that seeke after the Lord, shall prayse him: your heart shall liue for euer.
Abaavu banaalyanga ne bakkuta, abo abanoonya Mukama banaamutenderezanga. Emitima gyabwe ginaajaguzanga emirembe gyonna.
27 All the endes of the worlde shall remember themselues, and turne to the Lord: and all the kinreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
Ensi zonna zirijjukira ne zikyukira Mukama, ebika byonna eby’amawanga gonna birimuvuunamira.
28 For the kingdome is the Lords, and he ruleth among the nations.
Kubanga obwakabaka bwonna bwa Mukama, era y’afuga amawanga gonna.
29 All they that be fat in the earth, shall eate and worship: all they that go downe into the dust, shall bowe before him, euen he that cannot quicken his owne soule.
Abagagga bonna ab’omu nsi balirya embaga, ne bamusinza. Bonna abagenda mu nfuufu, balimufukaamirira, abatakyali balamu.
30 Their seede shall serue him: it shalbe counted vnto the Lord for a generation.
Ezadde lyabwe lirimuweereza; abaliddawo balibuulirwa ekigambo kya Mukama.
31 They shall come, and shall declare his righteousnesse vnto a people that shall be borne, because he hath done it.
N’abo abatannazaalibwa balibuulirwa obutuukirivu bwe nti, “Ekyo yakikoze.”
