Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Ayi Mukama, kabaka ajaguliza mu maanyi go. Obuwanguzi bw’omuwadde nga bumuleetedde essanyu lingi!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Omuwadde omutima gwe bye gwetaaga, era buli ky’asabye n’akamwa ke tokimummye.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Ddala ddala wamwaniriza n’emikisa gyo egijjudde ebirungi, n’omutikkira engule eya zaabu omuka ennyo ku mutwe gwe.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Yakusaba obulamu, era n’obumuwa, ennaku ennyingi ez’emirembe n’emirembe.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Obuwanguzi bwe wamuwa bumuleetedde ekitiibwa kinene. Omuwadde ekitiibwa n’oyatiikirira.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Ddala omuwadde emikisa gyo egy’olubeerera, n’omujjuza essanyu ng’oli naye buli kiseera.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Kubanga kabaka yeesiga Mukama, era olw’okwagala okutaggwaawo okw’oyo Ali Waggulu Ennyo, kabaka tagenda kunyeenyezebwa.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Omukono gwo guliwamba abalabe bo bonna; omukono gwo ogwa ddyo gulikwata abo abakukyawa.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Bw’olirabika, Ayi Mukama, olibasiriiza n’omuliro ng’ogw’omu kyoto ekyengeredde. Mukama, ng’ajjudde obusungu, alibamira bonna, era alibamalirawo ddala.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Olizikiriza ezzadde lyabwe ku nsi, n’abaana baabwe bonna n’obamalawo mu baana b’abantu.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Newaakubadde nga bakusalira enkwe, ne bateekateeka ebikolwa ebibi, kyokka tewali kye basobola kutuukiriza.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Balikyuka ne bakudduka bwe baliraba ng’obaleezeemu omutego gwo ogw’obusaale.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Mukama, mu maanyi go. Tunaayimbanga nga tutendereza obuyinza bwo.
