Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu. Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi! Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Bangi abanjogerako nti, “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”
3 But you, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma; ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
4 I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi, kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.
7 Arise, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ondokole Ayi Katonda wange okube abalabe bange bonna omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.
8 Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama. Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.
