Psalms 60
1 `In Ebreu thus, To victorie, on the witnessyng of roose, the swete song of Dauid, to teche, `whanne he fauyte ayens Aram of floodis, and Sirie of Soba; and Joab turnede ayen, and smoot Edom in the `valei of salt pittis, twelue thousynde. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomer for lilies, the witnessing of meke and parfit Dauid, to teche, whanne he fauyte ayens Sirie of Mesopotamye, and Soba, and so forth. God, thou hast put awei vs, and thou hast distried vs; thou were wrooth, and thou hast do merci to vs.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ku ddoboozi, “Eddanga ery’Endagaano.” Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Yakuyigiriza. Dawudi bwe yalwana n’Abaalamu abaava e Nakalayimu n’abaava e Zoba, Yowaabu n’akomawo n’atta Abayedomu omutwalo gumu mu enkumi bbiri mu Kiwonvu eky’Omunnyo. Otusudde, Ayi Katonda, otumazeemu amaanyi, otunyiigidde. Tukwegayiridde otuzze gy’oli.
2 Thou mouedist the erthe, and thou disturblidist it; make thou hool the sorewis therof, for it is moued.
Ensi ogiyuuguumizza n’ogyasaayasa; tukwegayirira enjatika ozizibe, kubanga ekankana.
3 Thou schewidist harde thingis to thi puple; thou yauest drynk to vs with the wyn of compunccioun.
Obadde mukambwe nnyo eri abantu bo; tuli nga b’owadde omwenge omungi ne gututagaza.
4 Thou hast youe a signefiyng to hem that dreden thee; that thei fle fro the face of the bouwe. That thi derlyngis be delyuered;
Naye abo abakutya obawanikidde ebbendera okuba akabonero akabakuŋŋaanya awamu, era akatiisa abalabe baabwe.
5 make thou saaf with thi riyt hond `the puple of Israel, and here thou me.
Otulokole era otuyambe n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo, abakwagala baleme kutuukibwako kabi konna.
6 God spak bi his hooli; Y schal be glad, and Y schal departe Siccimam, and Y schal meete the greet valei of tabernaclis.
Katonda ayogedde ng’asinziira mu kifo kye ekitukuvu, n’agamba nti, “Mu buwanguzi, ndisala mu Sekemu, era n’ekiwonvu kya Sukkosi ndikigabanyagabanyaamu.
7 Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the strengthe of myn heed.
Ensi ya Gireyaadi yange, n’eya Manase nayo yange. Efulayimu ye nkufiira ey’oku mutwe gwange; ate Yuda gwe muggo gwange ogw’okufuga.
8 Juda is my king; Moab is the pot of myn hope. In to Idumee Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad suget to me.
Mowaabu kye kinaabirwamu kyange, ate Edomu gye nkasuka engatto yange: ne ku Bafirisuuti ndeekaana mu buwanguzi.”
9 Who schal lede me in to a citee maad strong; who schal leede me til in to Ydumee?
Ani anantuusa ku kibuga ekigumu ekinywevu? Ani anankulembera okunnyingiza mu Edomu?
10 Whether not thou, God, that hast put awei vs; and schalt thou not, God, go out in oure vertues?
Si ggwe Ayi Katonda, atusudde, atakyatabaala na magye gaffe?
11 Lord, yyue thou to vs help of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
Tudduukirire, nga tulwanyisa abalabe baffe, kubanga obuyambi bw’abantu temuli nsa.
12 In God we schulen make vertu; and he schal bringe to nouyt hem that disturblen vs.
Bwe tunaabeeranga ne Katonda, tunaabanga bawanguzi, kubanga ye y’anaalinnyiriranga abalabe baffe wansi w’ebigere bye.
