Psalms 4
1 To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my righteousnes: thou hast set me at libertie, when I was in distresse: haue mercie vpon me and hearken vnto my prayer.
Ya mukulu wa Bayimbi. Eyimbibwa n’ebivuga eby’enkoba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Bwe nkukoowoola onnyanukule, Ayi Katonda wange omutuukirivu. Bwe mba mu nnaku, onnyambe. Onkwatirwe ekisa owulire okusaba kwange.
2 O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? (Selah)
Mmwe abaana b’abantu, mulituusa wa okuswazanga ekitiibwa kyange? Mulituusa ddi okugoberera okwagala ebitaliimu, n’okunoonya eby’obulimba?
3 For be ye sure that the Lord hath chosen to himselfe a godly man: the Lord will heare when I call vnto him.
Naye mutegeere nga Mukama yeerondeddemu abo abamugondera. Bwe nnaamukoowoolanga anampuliranga era anannyanukulanga.
4 Tremble, and sinne not: examine your owne heart vpon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Ne bwe munyiiga ennyo, temusaana kwonoona; musiriikirire, mwekebere era mufumiitirize mu mitima gyammwe nga mugalamidde ku bitanda byammwe.
5 Offer the sacrifices of righteousnes, and trust in the Lord.
Muweeyo ebiweebwayo ebisaanidde; era mwesigenga Mukama.
6 Many say, Who will shewe vs any good? but Lord, lift vp the light of thy countenance vpon vs.
Waliwo bangi abasaba nti, “Oyongere okutulaga ebirungi, Ayi Mukama, otumulisize omusana gw’amaaso go.”
7 Thou hast giuen mee more ioye of heart, then they haue had, when their wheate and their wine did abound.
Ondeetedde essanyu lingi mu mutima gwange erisinga ne lye bafuna mu makungula nga batunuulira ku bibala byabwe ebingi.
8 I will lay mee downe, and also sleepe in peace: for thou, Lord, onely makest me dwell in safetie.
Nnaagalamira ne nneebaka mirembe; kubanga ggwe wekka, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ondabirira akabi ne katantuukako.
