Psalms 144
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Atenderezebwe Mukama, olwazi lwange, atendeka emikono gyange okulwana, era ateekerateekera engalo zange olutalo.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
Mukama anjagala ye Katonda wange era kye kiddukiro kyange, ge maanyi gange amangi era ye mulokozi wange. Ye ngabo yange mwe neekweka. Awangula amawanga n’agassa wansi w’ebigere byange.
3 LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
Ayi Mukama, omuntu kye ki ggwe okumufaako, oba omwana w’omuntu, ggwe okumulowoozaako?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
Omuntu ali nga mukka. Ennaku ze ziri ng’ekisiikirize ekiyita obuyisi.
5 Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Yawula mu ggulu lyo, Ayi Mukama, okke! Kwata ku nsozi zinyooke omukka!
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
Myansa abalabe basaasaane, era lasa obusaale bwo obazikirize.
7 Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Ogolole omukono gwo ng’osinziira waggulu ennyo, omponye, onzigye mu mazzi amangi, era onzigye mu mikono gya bannamawanga;
8 Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, abalayira nti kya mazima, so nga bulimba bwereere.
9 I will sing a new song to you, O God: on a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to you.
Ayi Mukama, nnaakuyimbiranga oluyimba oluggya; nnaakukubiranga ennanga ey’enkoba ekkumi,
10 It is he that gives salvation to kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
ggwe awa bakabaka obuwanguzi; amponya, nze omuddu wo Dawudi, ekitala ekyogi.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
Ndokola, omponye onzigye mu mukono gwa bannamawanga bano ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, era omukono gwabwe ogwa ddyo gwa bulimba.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
Batabani baffe mu buvubuka bwabwe, Ayi Mukama, babeere ng’ebisimbe ebikulidde ddala obulungi, ne bawala baffe babe ng’empagi ennungi ez’oku nsonda okuzimbirwa ennyumba ya kabaka mu lubiri.
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
Amawanika gaffe gajjule ebibala ebya buli ngeri. Endiga zaffe zizaale enkumi n’obukumi zijjule amalundiro gaffe.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
Ente zaffe ziwalule ebizito. Ebisenge by’ekibuga bireme kumenyebwa. Waleme kubaawo kukaaba n’okwaziirana kwonna mu nguudo ez’omu bibuga byaffe.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yes, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
Abantu abaweereddwa emikisa egyo beesiimye! Balina omukisa abantu abo abalina Katonda waabwe nga ye Mukama.
