Psalms 39
1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Ya Yedusuni. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nagamba nti, “Nneekuumanga mu bye nkola, n’olulimi lwange lulemenga okwogera ebitali birongoofu. Abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu bwe banaabanga awamu nange nnaabuniranga bubunizi ne soogera.”
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
Naye bwe nasirika ne sibaako kye njogedde wadde ekirungi, ate obuyinike bwange ne bweyongera.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
Omutima gwange ne gumbabuukirira munda yange. Bwe nnali nkyakifumiitirizaako, omuliro ne gukoleera munda yange; kyenava njogera nti:
4 YHWH, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
“Ayi Mukama, ntegeeza entuuko zange nga bwe ziriba, n’ennaku ze nsigazza; ommanyise ebiseera byange mu bulamu buno bwe biri ebimpi ennyo.”
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Ennaku z’obulamu bwange wazitegeka ziri ng’oluta. Obungi bw’emyaka gyange tobulabamu kantu. Buli muntu, mukka bukka.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Ddala ddala omuntu ku nsi ali ng’ekisiikirize. Atawaana mu kino ne mu kiri, naye byonna butaliimu. Akuŋŋaanya obugagga, so nga tamanyi agenda kubutwala.
7 And now, YHWH, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
Naye kaakano, Ayi Mukama, nnoonya ki? Essuubi lyange liri mu ggwe.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Ondokole mu bibi byange byonna, abasirusiru baleme okunsekerera.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
Nasirika busirisi, saayasamya kamwa kange; kubanga kino ggwe wakikola.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
Olekere awo okunkuba, emiggo gy’onkubye giyitiridde!
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
Onenya omuntu ng’omukangavvula olw’ekibi kye ky’akola, omumaliramu ddala ensa, ng’ennyenje bw’ekola olugoye. Ddala omuntu mukka bukka.
12 Hear my prayer, O YHWH, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Ayi Mukama, wulira okusaba kwange, owulire okukaaba kwange onnyambe. Tonsiriikirira nga nkukaabirira. Kubanga ndi mugenyi bugenyi, omutambuze, nga bajjajjange bonna bwe baali.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Ndeka nsanyukemu, nga sinnava mu nsi muno, ne mbulirawo ddala.
