Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Atenderezebwe Mukama, olwazi lwange, atendeka emikono gyange okulwana, era ateekerateekera engalo zange olutalo.
2 You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
Mukama anjagala ye Katonda wange era kye kiddukiro kyange, ge maanyi gange amangi era ye mulokozi wange. Ye ngabo yange mwe neekweka. Awangula amawanga n’agassa wansi w’ebigere byange.
3 Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
Ayi Mukama, omuntu kye ki ggwe okumufaako, oba omwana w’omuntu, ggwe okumulowoozaako?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Omuntu ali nga mukka. Ennaku ze ziri ng’ekisiikirize ekiyita obuyisi.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
Yawula mu ggulu lyo, Ayi Mukama, okke! Kwata ku nsozi zinyooke omukka!
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
Myansa abalabe basaasaane, era lasa obusaale bwo obazikirize.
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Ogolole omukono gwo ng’osinziira waggulu ennyo, omponye, onzigye mu mazzi amangi, era onzigye mu mikono gya bannamawanga;
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, abalayira nti kya mazima, so nga bulimba bwereere.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
Ayi Mukama, nnaakuyimbiranga oluyimba oluggya; nnaakukubiranga ennanga ey’enkoba ekkumi,
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
ggwe awa bakabaka obuwanguzi; amponya, nze omuddu wo Dawudi, ekitala ekyogi.
11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Ndokola, omponye onzigye mu mukono gwa bannamawanga bano ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, era omukono gwabwe ogwa ddyo gwa bulimba.
12 May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
Batabani baffe mu buvubuka bwabwe, Ayi Mukama, babeere ng’ebisimbe ebikulidde ddala obulungi, ne bawala baffe babe ng’empagi ennungi ez’oku nsonda okuzimbirwa ennyumba ya kabaka mu lubiri.
13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Amawanika gaffe gajjule ebibala ebya buli ngeri. Endiga zaffe zizaale enkumi n’obukumi zijjule amalundiro gaffe.
14 Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
Ente zaffe ziwalule ebizito. Ebisenge by’ekibuga bireme kumenyebwa. Waleme kubaawo kukaaba n’okwaziirana kwonna mu nguudo ez’omu bibuga byaffe.
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Abantu abaweereddwa emikisa egyo beesiimye! Balina omukisa abantu abo abalina Katonda waabwe nga ye Mukama.
