Psalms 77
1 For the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm by Asaph. My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Asafu. Nnaakaabirira Katonda ambeere, ddala nnaakaabirira Katonda nga musaba ampulire.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
Bwe nnali mu nnaku, nanoonya Mukama, ekiro kyonna ne ngolola emikono gyange obutakoowa; emmeeme yange neegaana okusanyusibwa.
3 I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. (Selah)
Nakujjukiranga, Ayi Katonda ne nsinda, ne nfumiitiriza emmeeme yange n’ezirika.
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.
Tewaŋŋanya kwebaka; natawaanyizibwa nnyo ne sisobola kwogera.
5 I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
Ne ndowooza ku biseera eby’edda, ne nzijukira emyaka egyayita.
6 I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently enquires:
Najjukiranga ennyimba zange ekiro, ne nfumiitiriza nga bwe neebuuza mu mutima gwange nti:
7 “Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favourable no more?
“Mukama anaatusuuliranga ddala ennaku zonna naataddayo kutulaga kisa kye?
8 Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?
Okwagala kwe okutaggwaawo kukomedde ddala? Kye yasuubiza kibulidde ddala emirembe n’emirembe?
9 Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” (Selah)
Katonda yeerabidde ekisa kye? Asunguwalidde ddala ne yeggyako n’okusaasira kwe?”
10 Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
Awo ne ndowooza nti, “Ebyo bye mmanyi eby’emyaka emingi eby’omukono ogwa ddyo ogw’oyo Ali Waggulu Ennyo.”
11 I will remember the LORD’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.
Nnajjukiranga ebikolwa bya Mukama, weewaawo, nnajjukiranga ebyamagero byo eby’edda.
12 I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.
Nnaafumiitirizanga ku bikolwa byo byonna eby’amaanyi; nnaalowoozanga ku byamagero byo byonna.
13 Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?
Ekkubo lyo, Ayi Katonda, liri mu watukuvu. Tewali katonda yenkana Katonda waffe.
14 You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known amongst the peoples.
Ggwe Katonda akola eby’amagero; era amaanyi go ogalaga mu mawanga.
15 You have redeemed your people with your arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
Wanunula abantu bo n’omukono gwo, abazzukulu ba Yakobo ne Yusufu.
16 The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.
Amazzi gaakulaba, Ayi Katonda; amazzi bwe gaakulaba ne gatya, n’obuziba ne bukankanira ddala.
17 The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.
Ebire byayiwa amazzi ne bivaamu n’okubwatuka, era n’obusaale bwo ne bubuna.
18 The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.
Eddoboozi lyo ery’okubwatuka lyawulirwa mu kikuŋŋunta okumyansa kwo ne kumulisa ensi. Ensi n’ekankana n’enyeenyezebwa.
19 Your way was through the sea, your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.
Ekkubo lyo lyali mu nnyanja; wayita mu mazzi amangi, naye ebigere mwe walinnya tebyalabika.
20 You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Wakulembera abantu bo ng’ekisibo, nga bali mu mikono gya Musa ne Alooni.
