Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yes, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities are overpast.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ku ddoboozi, “Tozikiriza.” Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka Sawulo, n’alaga mu mpuku. Onsaasire, Ayi Katonda, onsaasire, kubanga neesiga ggwe. Nzija kwekweka mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo okutuusa okuzikirira bwe kulikoma.
2 I will cry to God most high; to God that performeth [all things] for me.
Nkoowoola Katonda Ali Waggulu Ennyo, Katonda atuukiriza bye yantegekera.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me [from] the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
Alisinzira mu ggulu n’andokola, n’amponya abo abampalana. Katonda anandaganga obwesigwa bwe n’okwagala kwe okutaggwaawo.
4 My soul [is] among lions: [and] I lie [even among] them that are set on fire, [even] the sons of men, whose teeth [are] spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Mbeera wakati mu mpologoma, nsula mu bisolo ebirya abaana b’abantu. Amannyo g’abalabe bange gali ng’amafumu n’obusaale. Ennimi zaabwe ziri ng’ebitala ebyogi.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Ayi Katonda, ogulumizibwenga okusinga eggulu; n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst of which they have fallen [themselves]. (Selah)
Baatega ekitimba mu kkubo lyange, ne ntya nnyo; ne basimamu obunnya, ate bo bennyini ne babugwamu.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Omutima gwange munywevu, Ayi Katonda, omutima gwange munywevu. Nnaakutenderezanga n’ennyimba.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I [myself] will awake early.
Zuukuka, ggwe omwoyo gwange! Zuukuka ggwe ennanga ey’enkoba, naawe entongooli, ndyoke nnyimbe okukeesa obudde.
9 I will praise thee, O LORD, among the people: I will sing to thee among the nations.
Ayi Mukama, ndikwebaza mu mawanga; ndiyimba nga nkutendereza mu bantu.
10 For thy mercy [is] great to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Kubanga okwagala kwo kungi nnyo, kutuuka ne ku ggulu; n’obwesigwa bwo butuuka ku bire.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Katonda, okusinga eggulu; n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.
