Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Zabbuli n’Oluyimba. Okuwaayo Yeekaalu. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nnaakugulumizanga, Ayi Mukama, kubanga wannyimusa; n’otoganya balabe bange kunneeyagalirako.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Ayi Mukama, nakukaabirira onnyambe, n’omponya.

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Ayi Mukama, omwoyo gwange waguggya emagombe, n’omponya ekinnya. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.

Muyimbire Mukama nga mumutendereza, mmwe abatukuvu be; mutendereze erinnya lye ettukuvu.

5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

Kubanga obusungu bwe bwa kiseera buseera, naye obulungi bwe bwa mirembe gyonna. Amaziga gayinza okubaawo ekiro kyokka essanyu ne lijja nga bukedde.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Bwe namala okunywera ne njogera nti, “Sigenda kusiguukululwa.”

7 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

Ayi Mukama, bwe wanjagala, wanyweza olusozi lwange; naye bwe wankweka amaaso go ne neeraliikirira.

8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

Ggwe gwe nakoowoola, Ayi Mukama; ne nkukaabirira Mukama, onsaasire.

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

“Kingasa ki bwe nzika mu kinnya ne nzikirira? Enfuufu eneekutenderezanga n’etegeeza abantu obwesigwa bwo?

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

Mpuliriza, Ayi Mukama, onsaasire; Ayi Mukama, onnyambe.”

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

Ofudde okwaziirana kwange amazina; onnyambuddemu ebibukutu, n’onnyambaza essanyu.

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

Omutima gwange gulemenga kusirika busirisi, wabula gukuyimbirenga ennyimba ez’okukutenderezanga. Ayi Mukama, Katonda wange, nnaakwebazanga emirembe gyonna.