Psalms 40
1 For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nalindirira Mukama n’obugumiikiriza, n’antegera okutu, n’awulira okukoowoola kwange,
2 And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
n’anziggya mu kinnya eky’entiisa, n’annyinyulula mu bitosi, n’anteeka ku lwazi olugumu kwe nyimiridde.
3 And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
Anjigirizza oluyimba oluggya, oluyimba olw’okutenderezanga Katonda waffe. Bangi bino balibiraba ne batandika okutya Mukama n’okumwesiganga.
4 Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
Balina omukisa abo abeesiga Mukama, abatagoberera ba malala abasinza bakatonda ab’obulimba.
5 Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
Ayi Mukama Katonda wange, otukoledde eby’ewunyisa bingi. Ebintu by’otuteekeddeteekedde tewali ayinza kubikutegeeza. Singa ngezaako okubittottola, sisobola kubimalayo byonna olw’obungi bwabyo.
6 Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
Ssaddaaka n’ebiweebwayo tewabyagala. Ebiweebwayo ebyokebwa olw’okutangirira ebibi, tobyetaaga. Naye onzigudde amatu.
7 thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
Kyenava njogera nti, “Nzuuno, nzize nga bwe kyampandiikibwako mu muzingo gw’ekitabo.”
8 that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
Nsanyukira okukola ky’oyagala, Ayi Katonda wange, kubanga amateeka go gali mu mutima gwange.
9 I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
Ntegeeza obutuukirivu mu lukuŋŋaana olunene. Sisirika busirisi, nga naawe bw’omanyi, Ayi Mukama.
10 I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
Bye mmanyi ku butuukirivu bwo sisirika nabyo mu mutima gwange, naye ntegeeza ku bwesigwa bwo n’obulokozi bwo. Abantu nga bakuŋŋaanye, sirema kubategeeza ku mazima go n’okwagala kwo okungi.
11 But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
Onsasirenga bulijjo, Ayi Mukama, amazima n’okwagala kwo byeyongerenga okunkuuma.
12 For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
Kubanga ebizibu bye siyinza na kubala binneetoolodde; ebibi byange binsukiridde, sikyasobola na kulaba; bisinga enviiri ez’oku mutwe gwange obungi, mpweddemu amaanyi.
13 Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
Onsasire ayi Mukama ondokole; Ayi Mukama, oyanguwe okumbeera.
14 Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
Abo abaagala okunzita batabuketabuke baswale; n’abo bonna abagenderera okummalawo bagobebwe nga baswadde.
15 Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
Abo abankubira akasonso baswazibwe nnyo.
16 Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
Naye abo abakunoonya basanyuke era bajaguze; abo abaagala obulokozi bwo boogerenga bulijjo nti, “Mukama agulumizibwenga.”
17 Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
Ndi mwavu, eyeetaaga ennyo. Mukama ondowoozeeko. Tolwawo, Ayi Katonda wange. Ggwe mubeezi wange era Omulokozi wange.
