Psalms 28
1 [A Psalm] of David. Unto thee, O LORD, will I call; my rock, be not thou deaf unto me: lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nkukoowoola ggwe, Ayi Mukama, Olwazi lwange, tolema kumpuliriza; kubanga bw’onoonsiriikirira nzija kuba nga bali abakkirira mu kinnya.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
Owulire eddoboozi ery’okwegayirira kwange, nga mpanise emikono gyange okwolekera ekifo kyo ekisinga byonna obutukuvu, nga nkukaabirira okunnyamba.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity; which speak peace with their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.
Tontwalira mu boonoonyi, abakola ebibi; abanyumya obulungi ne bannaabwe, so ng’emitima gyabwe gijjudde bukyayi bwerere.
4 Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings: give them after the operation of their hands; render to them their desert.
Basasule ng’ebikolwa byabwe bwe biri, n’olw’ebyambyone bye bakoze. Basasule olwa byonna emikono gyabwe gye bisobezza, obabonereze nga bwe basaanidde.
5 Because they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands, he shall break them down and not build them up.
Olwokubanga tebafaayo ku mirimu gya Mukama, oba ku ebyo bye yakola n’emikono gye, alibazikiririza ddala, era talibaddiramu.
6 Blessed be the LORD, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
Atenderezebwe Mukama, kubanga awulidde eddoboozi ly’okwegayirira kwange.
7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will praise him.
Mukama ge maanyi gange, era ye ngabo yange, ye gwe neesiga. Bwe ntyo ne nyambibwa. Omutima gwange gunaajaguzanga, ne mmuyimbira ennyimba ez’okumwebazanga.
8 The LORD is their strength, and he is a strong hold of salvation to his anointed.
Mukama y’awa abantu be amaanyi, era kye kiddukiro eky’obulokozi bw’oyo gwe yafukako amafuta.
9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and bear them up for ever.
Olokole abantu bo, obawe omukisa abalonde bo. Obakulemberenga ng’omusumba, era obawanirirenga emirembe gyonna.
