Psalms 39
1 For the chief musician, for Jeduthun. A psalm of David. I decided, “I will watch what I say so that I do not sin with my tongue. I will muzzle my mouth while in the presence of an evil man.”
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Ya Yedusuni. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nagamba nti, “Nneekuumanga mu bye nkola, n’olulimi lwange lulemenga okwogera ebitali birongoofu. Abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu bwe banaabanga awamu nange nnaabuniranga bubunizi ne soogera.”
2 I kept silent; I kept back my words even from saying anything good, and my pain grew worse.
Naye bwe nasirika ne sibaako kye njogedde wadde ekirungi, ate obuyinike bwange ne bweyongera.
3 My heart became hot; when I thought about these things, it burned like a fire. Then finally I spoke.
Omutima gwange ne gumbabuukirira munda yange. Bwe nnali nkyakifumiitirizaako, omuliro ne gukoleera munda yange; kyenava njogera nti:
4 “Yahweh, make me know when will be the end of my life and the extent of my days. Show me how transient I am.
“Ayi Mukama, ntegeeza entuuko zange nga bwe ziriba, n’ennaku ze nsigazza; ommanyise ebiseera byange mu bulamu buno bwe biri ebimpi ennyo.”
5 See, you have made my days only the width of my hand, and my lifetime is like nothing before you. Surely every man is a single breath. (Selah)
Ennaku z’obulamu bwange wazitegeka ziri ng’oluta. Obungi bw’emyaka gyange tobulabamu kantu. Buli muntu, mukka bukka.
6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow. Surely everyone hurries about to accumulate riches although they do not know who will receive them.
Ddala ddala omuntu ku nsi ali ng’ekisiikirize. Atawaana mu kino ne mu kiri, naye byonna butaliimu. Akuŋŋaanya obugagga, so nga tamanyi agenda kubutwala.
7 Now, Lord, for what am I waiting? You are my only hope.
Naye kaakano, Ayi Mukama, nnoonya ki? Essuubi lyange liri mu ggwe.
8 Rescue me from my sins; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Ondokole mu bibi byange byonna, abasirusiru baleme okunsekerera.
9 I am silent and cannot open my mouth, because it is you who has done it.
Nasirika busirisi, saayasamya kamwa kange; kubanga kino ggwe wakikola.
10 Stop wounding me; I am overwhelmed by the blow of your hand.
Olekere awo okunkuba, emiggo gy’onkubye giyitiridde!
11 When you discipline people for sin, you consume the things they desire like a moth; surely all people are nothing but vapor. (Selah)
Onenya omuntu ng’omukangavvula olw’ekibi kye ky’akola, omumaliramu ddala ensa, ng’ennyenje bw’ekola olugoye. Ddala omuntu mukka bukka.
12 Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and listen to me; listen to my weeping! Do not be deaf to me, for I am like a foreigner with you, a refugee like all my ancestors were.
Ayi Mukama, wulira okusaba kwange, owulire okukaaba kwange onnyambe. Tonsiriikirira nga nkukaabirira. Kubanga ndi mugenyi bugenyi, omutambuze, nga bajjajjange bonna bwe baali.
13 Turn your gaze from me so that I may smile again before I die.”
Ndeka nsanyukemu, nga sinnava mu nsi muno, ne mbulirawo ddala.
