Psalms 71
1 In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
Mu ggwe, Ayi Mukama, mwe neekweka, tondeka kuswazibwa.
2 In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
Mu butuukirivu bwo ondokole, omponye; ontegere okutu ondokole.
3 Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
Onfuukire olwazi obuddukiro bwange, ekifo eky’amaanyi; ondokole kubanga oli lwazi lwange era ekiddukiro kyange.
4 Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
Ayi Katonda wange omponye mu mukono gw’ababi, omponye abantu abatali batuukirivu era abakambwe.
5 For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
Kubanga ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ssuubi lyange; ggwe, ggwe neesiga, okuviira ddala mu buvubuka bwange.
6 Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
Neesiga ggwe kasookedde nzalibwa; ggwe wanziggya mu lubuto lwa mmange. Nnaakutenderezanga ennaku zonna.
7 A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
Eri abangi nafuuka; naye ggwe kiddukiro kyange eky’amaanyi.
8 My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
Akamwa kange kajjudde ettendo lyo, nga ntenda ekitiibwa kyo obudde okuziba.
9 Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
Tonsuula mu kiseera kyange eky’obukadde. Tondekerera ng’amaanyi gampweddemu.
10 For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
Kubanga abalabe bange banjogerako; abo abaagala okunzita bansalira olukwe.
11 Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
Bagamba nti, “Katonda amulese, ka tumugobe tumukwate, kubanga taliiko anaamuwonya.”
12 O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
Ayi Katonda, tombera wala, Ayi Katonda wange, yanguwa ojje ombeere.
13 Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
Abo abampawaabira bazikirizibwe nga bajjudde ensonyi, abanoonya okunnumya baswale era banyoomebwe.
14 But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
Naye nze nnaabanga n’essuubi ennaku zonna. Era nneeyongeranga okukutenderezanga.
15 My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
Akamwa kange kanaayogeranga ku bikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu obudde okuziba; nnaayogeranga ku bulokozi bwo, wadde siyinza kubupima.
16 I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
Nnaatambuliranga mu maanyi go, Ayi Mukama Katonda, era ne ntegeezanga nti ggwe wekka ggwe mutuukirivu.
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
Ayi Katonda, ggwe wanjigiriza okuva mu buvubuka bwange; n’okutuusa leero nkyatenda ebikolwa byo eby’ekitalo.
18 Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
Ne bwe ndiba nga nkaddiye nga mmeze n’envi, tonjabuliranga, Ayi Katonda, okutuusiza ddala nga mmaze okutendera abo abaliddawo amaanyi go amangi, n’okumanyisa emirembe egigenda okujja obuyinza bwo.
19 And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
N’obutuukirivu bwo, Ayi Katonda, butuuka mu ggulu. Ggw’okoze ebikulu, Ayi Katonda, ani akwenkana?
20 Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
Newaakubadde wandeka ne mbonaabona nnyo bwe ntyo, ggw’olinzizaamu obulamu, n’ompa amaanyi amaggya, n’onnyimusa okuva mu kinnya ekiwanvu ennyo wansi w’ensi.
21 Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
Olinnyongerako ekitiibwa n’oddamu okunsanyusa.
22 I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
Nnaakutenderezanga ne nnanga ey’enkoba olw’obwesigwa bwo, Ayi Katonda wange; nnaakutenderezanga n’entongooli, Ayi ggwe Omutukuvu wa Isirayiri.
23 My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
Nnaayimusanga eddoboozi lyange olw’essanyu nga nkutendereza, nze gw’onunudde!
24 Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
Olulimi lwange nalwo lunaayogeranga ku bikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu obudde okuziba, kubanga abo ababadde baagala okunkola akabi otabuddetabudde enkwe zaabwe ne baswazibwa.
