Psalms 59
1 [For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.] Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ku ddoboozi, “Tozikiriza.” Zabbuli ya Dawudi, Sawulo bwe yatuma bakuume enju ya Dawudi bamutte. Ayi Katonda wange, mponya abalabe bange; onnwanirire, abantu bwe bangolokokerako.
2 Deliver me from evildoers. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Omponye abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu, era ondokole mu batemu.
3 For, look, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, YHWH.
Laba banneekwekeredde nga banteega okunzita. Abasajja ab’amaanyi abakambwe banneekobera, Ayi Mukama, so nga soonoonye wadde okubaako ne kye nsobezza.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, look, and help me.
Sirina kye nsobezza, naye bateekateeka okunnumba. Tunuulira obuzibu bwange, osituke, onnyambe.
5 You, YHWH, the God of hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Ayi Mukama Katonda ow’Eggye, Katonda wa Isirayiri, golokoka obonereze amawanga gonna; abo bonna abasala enkwe tobasaasira.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Bakomawo buli kiro, nga babolooga ng’embwa, ne batambulatambula mu kibuga.
7 Look, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, "For," they say, "who hears us?"
Laba, bwe bavuma! Ebigambo biwamatuka mu kamwa kaabwe ng’ebitala, nga boogera nti, “Ani atuwulira?”
8 But you, YHWH, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, obasekerera, era amawanga ago gonna oganyooma.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Ayi Katonda, Amaanyi gange, nnaakwesiganga era nnaakutenderezanga, kubanga ggwe kigo kyange ekinywevu.
10 My God of mercy will come to meet me. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Katonda wange anjagala anankulemberanga, ne ndyoka neeyagalira ku balabe bange.
11 Do not kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, YHWH our shield.
Tobatta, Ayi Mukama, engabo yaffe, abantu bange baleme kwerabira; mu buyinza bwo obungi, baleke batangetange; n’oluvannyuma obakkakkanyize ddala.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Amalala gaabwe n’ebyonoono ebiva mu kamwa kaabwe, n’ebigambo by’oku mimwa gyabwe leka byonna bibatege ng’omutego. Kubanga bakolima era ne boogera eby’obulimba.
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the farthest parts of the earth. (Selah)
Bamaleewo n’ekiruyi kyo, bamalirewo ddala; amawanga gonna galyoke gategeere nga Katonda wa Yakobo y’afuga ensi yonna.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Bakomawo nga buwungedde nga babolooga ng’embwa, ne batambulatambula mu kibuga.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.
Banoonya emmere buli wantu mu kibuga, ne bawowoggana bwe batakkuta.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Naye nze nnaayimbanga nga ntendereza amaanyi go; mu makya nnaayimbanga ku kwagala kwo; kubanga ggwe kigo kyange, era ggwe kiddukiro kyange mu buzibu bwange.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Ggwe, Ayi Katonda, Amaanyi gange, nnaakuyimbiranga nga nkutendereza; kubanga ggwe kigo kyange, era ggwe Katonda wange, anjagala.
