Psalms 108
1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.
Oluyimba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Omutima gwange munywevu, Ayi Katonda; nnaayimbanga ne nkutendereza n’omwoyo gwange gwonna.
2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!
Muzuukuke, mmwe entongooli n’ennanga ey’enkoba, nzija kuyimba okukeesa obudde.
3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.
Nnaakutenderezanga, Ayi Mukama, mu bantu bonna, nnaakuyimbiranga mu mawanga gonna.
4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.
Okwagala kwo kunene, kutumbiira okutuuka ku ggulu; n’obwesigwa bwo butuuka ku bire.
5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.
Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Katonda, okuyisa eggulu; n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.
6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!
Tulokole otuyambe n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo, abo booyagala banunulibwe.
7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Katonda ayogedde ng’asinziira mu kifo kye ekitukuvu n’agamba nti, “Nga nzijudde essanyu, ndisala mu Sekemu, era n’Ekiwonvu kya Sukkosi ndikigabanyagabanyaamu.
8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Ensi ya Gireyaadi yange, n’eya Manase nayo yange. Efulayimu mwe muli abalwanyi bange abazira; ate mu Yuda mwe munaavanga bakabaka.
9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.
Mowaabu be baweereza bange abawulize; ate Edomu be baddu bange; Abafirisuuti ndibaleekaanira mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka ery’obuwanguzi.”
10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?
Ani anantuusa ku kibuga ekigumu ekinywevu? Ani anankulembera okunnyingiza mu Edomu?
11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.
Si ggwe, ayi Katonda, atusudde, atakyatabaala n’amaggye gaffe?
12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Tudduukirire nga tulwanyisa abalabe baffe, kubanga obuyambi bw’abantu temuli nsa.
13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.
Bwe tunaabeeranga ne Katonda tunaabanga bawanguzi; kubanga y’anaalinnyiriranga abalabe baffe wansi w’ebigere bye.
