Psalms 17
1 [A Prayer by David.] Hear, YHWH, my righteous plea; Give ear to my prayer, that doesn't go out of deceitful lips.
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 my sentence come forth from your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
Nzigyako omusango; kubanga olaba ekituufu.
3 You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
Weekenneenyezza omutima gwange era n’onkebera n’ekiro. Ne bw’onongezesa toobeeko kibi ky’onsangamu; kubanga mmaliridde obutayogeranga bya bulimba.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Ggwe, gwe nkoowoola, ngoberedde ebigambo by’akamwa ko, ne neewala ebikolwa by’abantu abakambwe.
5 My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
Nnyweredde mu makubo go, era ebigere byange tebiigalekenga.
6 I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
Nkukoowoola, Ayi Katonda, kubanga mmanyi ng’onnyanukula; ontegere okutu kwo owulire okusaba kwange.
7 Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
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 your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
Onkuume ng’emmunye ey’eriiso lyo; onkweke mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
Omponye ababi abannumba, n’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde.
10 They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
Omutima gwabwe mukakanyavu, n’akamwa kaabwe koogera by’amalala.
11 They have tracked me down; suddenly they surround me. They watch closely, crouching down to the ground.
Banzingizza era banneetoolodde; bansimbye amaaso nga beeteeseteese okunsuula wansi.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Bali ng’empologoma enjala gy’eruma eyeeteeseteese okutaagula omuyiggo gwayo era ng’empologoma enkulu eteeze.
13 Arise, YHWH, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;
Golokoka n’ekitala kyo, Ayi Mukama, oyolekere abalabe bange obawangule, omponye ababi abo.
14 from men with your hand, YHWH, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill their womb with treasure. They are satisfied with children, and they leave their wealth to their little ones.
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, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
Nze ndikulaba n’amaaso mu butuukirivu era ndimatira, bwe ndiraba obwenyi bwo nga nzuukuse.
