Psalms 27
1 David’s. Yahweh, is my light and my salvation, Of whom shall I be afraid? Yahweh, is the refuge of my life, Of whom shall I be in dread?
Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mukama gwe musana gwange n’obulokozi bwange; ani gwe nnaatyanga? Mukama ge maanyi ag’obulamu bwange; ani asobola okuntiisa?
2 When there drew near against me evil-doers to devour my flesh, mine adversaries, and mine enemies—mine!—they, stumbled and fell!
Abalabe bange n’abantu ababi bonna bwe banannumba nga baagala okunzita, baneesittala ne bagwa.
3 Though there pitch against me—a camp, my heart shall not fear, —Though there come up against me—a battle, still, am I confident.
Newaakubadde ng’eggye linaasiisira okunneebungulula, omutima gwange teguutyenga; olutalo ne bwe lunansitukirangako, nnaabanga mugumu.
4 One thing, have I asked of Yahweh, That, will I seek to secure, —That I may dwell in the house of Yahweh, all the days of my life, To view the delightfulness of Yahweh, And to contemplate in his temple.
Ekintu kimu kye nsaba Mukama, era ekyo kye nnoonya: okubeeranga mu nnyumba ya Mukama ennaku zonna ez’obulamu bwange, ne ndabanga obulungi bwa Mukama, era ne nsinzizanga mu Yeekaalu ye.
5 For he will hide me in his pavilion, in the day of calamity, —He will conceal me, in the secrecy of his tent, Within a rock, will he set me on high.
Kubanga mu biseera eby’obuzibu anansuzanga mu nju ye; anankwekanga mu weema ye, n’ankuumira ku lwazi olugulumivu.
6 Now, therefore, shall my head be raised high above my foes round about me, and I will sacrifice in his tent the sacrifices of triumphant joy, I will sing and touch the strings, to Yahweh.
Olwo ononnyimusanga waggulu w’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde. Nnaaweerangayo ssaddaaka mu weema ye nga bwe ntendereza n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka olw’essanyu; nnaayimbiranga Mukama ennyimba ez’okumutenderezanga.
7 Hear, O Yahweh, With my voice, do I cry, Oh then show me favour and answer me.
Wulira eddoboozi lyange, Ayi Mukama, nga nkukoowoola; onkwatirwe ekisa onnyanukule!
8 To thee, said my heart—[When thou saidst] Seek ye my face—Thy face, O Yahweh, will I seek!
Omutima gwange guwulidde eddoboozi lyo nga lyogera nti, “Munnoonye, munsinze.” Omutima gwange ne guddamu nti, “Nnaakunoonyanga, Ayi Mukama.”
9 Do not hide thy face from me, Do not repulse, in thine anger, thine own servant, —My help, thou hast been, Do not send me away nor forsake me, O my saving God!
Tonneekweka, so tonyiigira muweereza wo, kubanga ggw’obadde omubeezi wange bulijjo. Tonneggyaako, so tonsuula, Ayi Katonda, Omulokozi wange.
10 When, my own father and mother, had forsaken me, Then, Yahweh, took me up!
Kitange ne mmange bwe balindeka, Mukama anandabiriranga.
11 Point out to me, O Yahweh, thy way, —And guide me in a level path, because of mine adversaries.
Njigiriza, Ayi Mukama, by’oyagala nkole, era onkulembere mu kkubo lyo, kubanga abalabe bange banneetoolodde.
12 Do not give me up unto the desire of mine adversaries, for there have risen up against me witnesses that are false, and he that fanneth up violence.
Tompaayo mu balabe bange, kubanga abajulizi ab’obulimba bansitukiddeko n’enkwe zaabwe, okunkambuwalira.
13 I believe that I shall see—The goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living,
Nkyakakasiza ddala nga ndiraba obulungi bwa Mukama mu nsi ey’abalamu.
14 Wait thou for Yahweh, —Be strong, and let thy heart be bold, Wait, then, for Yahweh!
Lindirira Mukama. Ddamu amaanyi, ogume omwoyo. Weewaawo, lindirira Mukama.
