Psalms 28
1 A Psalm of David. Unto thee, O LORD, do I call; my Rock, be not Thou deaf unto me; lest, if Thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nkukoowoola ggwe, Ayi Mukama, Olwazi lwange, tolema kumpuliriza; kubanga bw’onoonsiriikirira nzija kuba nga bali abakkirira mu kinnya.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto Thee, when I lift up my hands toward Thy holy Sanctuary.
Owulire eddoboozi ery’okwegayirira kwange, nga mpanise emikono gyange okwolekera ekifo kyo ekisinga byonna obutukuvu, nga nkukaabirira okunnyamba.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity; who speak peace with their neighbours, but evil is in their hearts.
Tontwalira mu boonoonyi, abakola ebibi; abanyumya obulungi ne bannaabwe, so ng’emitima gyabwe gijjudde bukyayi bwerere.
4 Give them according to their deeds, and according to the evil of their endeavours; give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.
Basasule ng’ebikolwa byabwe bwe biri, n’olw’ebyambyone bye bakoze. Basasule olwa byonna emikono gyabwe gye bisobezza, obabonereze nga bwe basaanidde.
5 Because they give no heed to the works of the LORD, nor to the operation of His hands; He will break them down and not build them up.
Olwokubanga tebafaayo ku mirimu gya Mukama, oba ku ebyo bye yakola n’emikono gye, alibazikiririza ddala, era talibaddiramu.
6 Blessed be the LORD, because He hath heard the voice of my supplications.
Atenderezebwe Mukama, kubanga awulidde eddoboozi ly’okwegayirira kwange.
7 The LORD is my strength and my shield, in Him hath my heart trusted, and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth, and with my song will I praise Him.
Mukama ge maanyi gange, era ye ngabo yange, ye gwe neesiga. Bwe ntyo ne nyambibwa. Omutima gwange gunaajaguzanga, ne mmuyimbira ennyimba ez’okumwebazanga.
8 The LORD is a strength unto them; and He is a stronghold of salvation to His anointed.
Mukama y’awa abantu be amaanyi, era kye kiddukiro eky’obulokozi bw’oyo gwe yafukako amafuta.
9 Save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance; and tend them, and carry them for ever.
Olokole abantu bo, obawe omukisa abalonde bo. Obakulemberenga ng’omusumba, era obawanirirenga emirembe gyonna.
