Psalms 17
1 “A prayer of David.” Hear, O Lord, [the cause of] righteousness, attend unto my entreaty, give ear unto my prayer, coming 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 from thy presence my sentence come forth; let thy eyes behold what is right.
Nzigyako omusango; kubanga olaba ekituufu.
3 Thou hast proved my heart; thou hast thought of me in the night; thou hast refined me—thou couldst find nothing: my purpose doth not pass beyond [the words of] my mouth.
Weekenneenyezza omutima gwange era n’onkebera n’ekiro. Ne bw’onongezesa toobeeko kibi ky’onsangamu; kubanga mmaliridde obutayogeranga bya bulimba.
4 Among the deeds of men did I observe, by the word of thy lips, the paths of the dissolute.
Ggwe, gwe nkoowoola, ngoberedde ebigambo by’akamwa ko, ne neewala ebikolwa by’abantu abakambwe.
5 My steps held firmly to thy tracks, [and] my footsteps did not slip.
Nnyweredde mu makubo go, era ebigere byange tebiigalekenga.
6 I call on thee, for thou wilt answer me, O God: incline thy ear unto me, hear my speech.
Nkukoowoola, Ayi Katonda, kubanga mmanyi ng’onnyanukula; ontegere okutu kwo owulire okusaba kwange.
7 Show marvelously thy loving-kindnesses, O thou that savest those who put their trust [in thee] from those that rise up [against them] by thy right hand.
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; conceal me under the shadow of thy wings,
Onkuume ng’emmunye ey’eriiso lyo; onkweke mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
9 From the wicked that despoil me, my enemies, who, to take my life, compass me about.
Omponye ababi abannumba, n’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde.
10 They are enclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
Omutima gwabwe mukakanyavu, n’akamwa kaabwe koogera by’amalala.
11 On our steps they now encompass us: they direct their eyes to turn aside in the land.
Banzingizza era banneetoolodde; bansimbye amaaso nga beeteeseteese okunsuula wansi.
12 Every man is just like a lion that is greedy to tear his prey, and like a young lion lurking in a covert.
Bali ng’empologoma enjala gy’eruma eyeeteeseteese okutaagula omuyiggo gwayo era ng’empologoma enkulu eteeze.
13 Arise, O Lord, prevent him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, who is thy sword, —
Golokoka n’ekitala kyo, Ayi Mukama, oyolekere abalabe bange obawangule, omponye ababi abo.
14 From these men—thy hand—O Lord, from the men of this world, whose portion is in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hidden treasure: they have children in plenty, and leave the rest of their substance 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, in righteousness shall I behold thy face: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with contemplating thy likeness.
Nze ndikulaba n’amaaso mu butuukirivu era ndimatira, bwe ndiraba obwenyi bwo nga nzuukuse.
