Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu. Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi! Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Bangi abanjogerako nti, “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma; ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
4 I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi, kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.
7 Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ondokole Ayi Katonda wange okube abalabe bange bonna omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama. Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.
