Psalms 92
1 A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;
Zabbuli. Oluyimba lwa Ssabbiiti. Kirungi okwebazanga Mukama, n’okuyimba ennyimba n’okutenderezanga erinnya lyo, Ayi Ggwe, Ali Waggulu Ennyo;
2 To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;
okutendanga okwagala kwo okutakoma buli nkya, n’okutendanga obwesigwa bwo buli kiro.
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.
Okukutenderezanga n’amaloboozi g’enkoba z’ennanga n’endere awamu n’entongooli.
4 For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.
Kubanga ggwe, Ayi Mukama, onkoledde ebinsanyusizza; kyenva nkuyimbira n’essanyu olw’emirimu gy’emikono gyo.
5 How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!
Emirimu gyo nga mikulu, Ayi Mukama; ebirowoozo byo nga tebitegeerekeka!
6 A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —
Omuntu atalina magezi tamanyi; n’omusirusiru kino tasobola kukitegeera;
7 When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.
newaakubadde ng’abakola ebibi baloka ng’omuddo, n’aboonoonyi bonna ne bafuna ebirungi, boolekedde okuzikirira okw’emirembe n’emirembe!
8 But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ogulumizibwa emirembe gyonna.
9 For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;
Kubanga abalabe bo, Ayi Mukama, abalabe bo balizikirira, abakola ebibi bonna balisaasaanyizibwa.
10 But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.
Naye nze wanfuula wa maanyi okwenkana embogo, n’onfukako amafuta amalungi.
11 So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.
Amaaso gaalaba bbugwe ng’agwa ku balabe bange; n’amatu gange gawulidde akabi akatuuse ku abo abanjigganya.
12 The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;
Abatuukirivu balyegolola ng’enkindu, ne bakula ne bawanvuwa ng’emivule gy’e Lebanooni.
13 They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
Egisimbibwa mu nnyumba ya Mukama. Baligimukira mu mpya za Katonda waffe.
14 Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:
Ne mu bukadde bwabwe balibala ebibala; baliba balamu era abagimu,
15 To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.
kiryoke kitegeeze nti, Mukama w’amazima, lwe Lwazi lwange era mu ye temuli butali butuukirivu.
