Psalms 30
1 A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David. I will extol you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Zabbuli n’Oluyimba. Okuwaayo Yeekaalu. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nnaakugulumizanga, Ayi Mukama, kubanga wannyimusa; n’otoganya balabe bange kunneeyagalirako.
2 Yahweh my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
Ayi Mukama, nakukaabirira onnyambe, n’omponya.
3 Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Ayi Mukama, omwoyo gwange waguggya emagombe, n’omponya ekinnya. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise to Yahweh, you saints of his. Give thanks to his holy name.
Muyimbire Mukama nga mumutendereza, mmwe abatukuvu be; mutendereze erinnya lye ettukuvu.
5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Kubanga obusungu bwe bwa kiseera buseera, naye obulungi bwe bwa mirembe gyonna. Amaziga gayinza okubaawo ekiro kyokka essanyu ne lijja nga bukedde.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”
Bwe namala okunywera ne njogera nti, “Sigenda kusiguukululwa.”
7 You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
Ayi Mukama, bwe wanjagala, wanyweza olusozi lwange; naye bwe wankweka amaaso go ne neeraliikirira.
8 I cried to you, Yahweh. I made supplication to the Lord:
Ggwe gwe nakoowoola, Ayi Mukama; ne nkukaabirira Mukama, onsaasire.
9 “What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
“Kingasa ki bwe nzika mu kinnya ne nzikirira? Enfuufu eneekutenderezanga n’etegeeza abantu obwesigwa bwo?
10 Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me. Yahweh, be my helper.”
Mpuliriza, Ayi Mukama, onsaasire; Ayi Mukama, onnyambe.”
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
Ofudde okwaziirana kwange amazina; onnyambuddemu ebibukutu, n’onnyambaza essanyu.
12 to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
Omutima gwange gulemenga kusirika busirisi, wabula gukuyimbirenga ennyimba ez’okukutenderezanga. Ayi Mukama, Katonda wange, nnaakwebazanga emirembe gyonna.
