Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou afar off, O Yhwh? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
Lwaki otwekwese, Ayi Mukama? Lwaki otwekwese mu biseera eby’emitawaana?
2 The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.
Omubi, mu malala ge, ayigganya abanafu; muleke agwe mu nkwe ezo z’asaze.
3 For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom Yhwh abhorreth.
Kubanga omubi yeewaana ng’anyumya ku bibi ebiri mu mutima gwe, agabula aboomululu n’avuma Mukama.
4 The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.
Omubi mu malala ge tanoonya Katonda.
5 His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
Buli ky’akola kimugendera bulungi. Amateeka go tagafaako, era n’abalabe be abanyooma.
6 He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.
Ayogera mu mutima gwe nti, “Sikangibwa, nzija kusanyuka emirembe gyonna.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity.
Mu kamwa ke mujjudde okukolima n’obulimba awamu n’okutiisatiisa; ebigambo bye bya mutawaana era bibi.
8 He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.
Yeekukuma mu byalo okutemula abantu abataliiko musango. Yeekweka ng’aliimisa b’anatta.
9 He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
Asooba mu kyama ng’empologoma, ng’alindirira okuzinduukiriza abateesobola. Abakwasa n’abatwalira mu kitimba kye.
10 He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.
B’abonyaabonya bagwa wansi ne babetentebwa ng’amaanyi g’omubi gabasukkiridde.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
Ayogera mu mutima gwe nti, “Katonda yeerabidde, amaaso ge agakwese, era takyaddayo kubiraba.”
12 Arise, O Yhwh; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.
Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ozikirize omubi, Ayi Katonda; abanaku tobeerabiranga.
13 Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.
Omuntu omubi ayinza atya okukunyooma, Ayi Katonda, n’agamba mu mutima gwe nti “Sigenda kwennyonnyolako?”
14 Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Katonda, ennaku zaabwe n’okubonaabona kwabwe obiraba era ojja kubikolako. Ateesobola yeewaayo mu mikono gyo, kubanga gwe mubeezi w’abatalina bakitaabwe.
15 Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.
Malawo amaanyi g’omwonoonyi, muyite abyogere ebyo ebibadde bitajja kuzuulwa.
16 Yhwh is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.
Mukama ye Kabaka emirembe n’emirembe. Amawanga galizikirizibwa mu nsi ye.
17 Yhwh, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:
Mukama awulira okwetaaga kw’ababonyaabonyezebwa, ogumye emitima gyabwe; otege okutu kwo obaanukule.
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.
Olwanirira abataliiko bakitaabwe n’abajoogebwa; omuntu obuntu ow’oku nsi n’ataddayo kubatiisa.
