Psalms 17
1 A Prayer of David. Hear the right, O LORD, attend unto my cry; give ear unto my prayer from lips without deceit.
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 judgment come forth from Thy presence; let Thine eyes behold equity.
Nzigyako omusango; kubanga olaba ekituufu.
3 Thou hast tried my heart, Thou hast visited it in the night; Thou hast tested me, and Thou findest not that I had a thought which should not pass my mouth.
Weekenneenyezza omutima gwange era n’onkebera n’ekiro. Ne bw’onongezesa toobeeko kibi ky’onsangamu; kubanga mmaliridde obutayogeranga bya bulimba.
4 As for the doings of men, by the word of Thy lips I have kept me from the ways of the violent.
Ggwe, gwe nkoowoola, ngoberedde ebigambo by’akamwa ko, ne neewala ebikolwa by’abantu abakambwe.
5 My steps have held fast to Thy paths, my feet have not slipped.
Nnyweredde mu makubo go, era ebigere byange tebiigalekenga.
6 As for me, I call upon Thee, for Thou wilt answer me, O God; incline Thine ear unto me, hear my speech.
Nkukoowoola, Ayi Katonda, kubanga mmanyi ng’onnyanukula; ontegere okutu kwo owulire okusaba kwange.
7 Make passing great Thy mercies, O Thou that savest by Thy right hand from assailants them that take refuge in Thee.
Ndaga okwagala kwo okutaggwaawo, okwewuunyisa, ggwe alokola n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo abo bonna abakweyuna nga badduka abalabe baabwe.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of Thy wings,
Onkuume ng’emmunye ey’eriiso lyo; onkweke mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
9 From the wicked that oppress, my deadly enemies, that compass me about.
Omponye ababi abannumba, n’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde.
10 Their gross heart they have shut tight, with their mouth they speak proudly.
Omutima gwabwe mukakanyavu, n’akamwa kaabwe koogera by’amalala.
11 At our every step they have now encompassed us; they set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
Banzingizza era banneetoolodde; bansimbye amaaso nga beeteeseteese okunsuula wansi.
12 He is like a lion that is eager to tear in pieces, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
Bali ng’empologoma enjala gy’eruma eyeeteeseteese okutaagula omuyiggo gwayo era ng’empologoma enkulu eteeze.
13 Arise, O LORD, confront him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, by Thy sword;
Golokoka n’ekitala kyo, Ayi Mukama, oyolekere abalabe bange obawangule, omponye ababi abo.
14 From men, by Thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life, and whose belly Thou fillest with Thy treasure; who have children in plenty, and leave their abundance to their babes.
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 As for me, I shall behold Thy face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness.
Nze ndikulaba n’amaaso mu butuukirivu era ndimatira, bwe ndiraba obwenyi bwo nga nzuukuse.
