Psalms 141
1 `The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.
Zabbuli Ya Dawudi. Ayi Mukama nkukaabira; oyanguwe okujja gye ndi! Owulire eddoboozi lyange, nga nkukoowoola.
2 Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.
Okusaba kwange kubeere ng’ebyakaloosa mu maaso go, n’okugolola emikono gyange gy’oli kubeere nga ssaddaaka ey’akawungeezi.
3 Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
Onkuume, Ayi Mukama, nneme okwasamya akamwa kange, era bwe njogera onkomeko.
4 Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.
Okyuse omutima gwange guleme kugoberera kibi, n’okwemalira mu bikolwa ebibi; nneme okwetaba n’abantu abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu, wadde okulya ku mmere yaabwe.
5 A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;
Leka omuntu omutuukirivu ankube, kubanga anaaba ankwatiddwa ekisa; muleke annenye, ekyo kinaaba ng’amafuta amalungi agafukiddwa ku mutwe gwange; sijja kugagaana. Naye nnaasabanga bulijjo nga sikkiriziganya na babi wadde n’ebikolwa byabwe.
6 for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
Abakola ebibi bwe baliweebwayo eri ab’okubasalira omusango, olwo ne balyoka bayiga nti ebigambo byange bya mazima.
7 for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)
Balyogera nti, “Ng’omuntu bw’akabala n’akuba amavuunike, n’amagumba gaffe bwe galisaasaanyizibwa bwe gatyo mu kamwa k’emagombe.” (Sheol h7585)
8 for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
Naye nze amaaso ngatadde ku ggwe, Ayi Mukama Katonda; mu ggwe mwe neekwese, tondeka nga sirina anambeera!
9 Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;
Nkuuma omponye omutego gwe banteze, n’ebitimba by’abo abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu.
10 Y am aloone til Y passe.
Ebitimba bye banteze abakola ebibi abo bonna, baleke babigwemu, kyokka nze mpone.
