Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu. Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi! Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Bangi abanjogerako nti, “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma; ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi, kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ondokole Ayi Katonda wange okube abalabe bange bonna omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama. Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.
