Psalms 55
1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments. — An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, [to] my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Eyimbibwa n’ebivuga eby’enkoba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Owulirize okusaba kwange, Ayi Katonda, togaya kwegayirira kwange.
2 Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my (meditation) and make a noise,
Ompulire era onziremu, kubanga ndi mu buzibu, nga nsinda olw’okweraliikirira okunene.
3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
Mpulira amaloboozi g’abalabe bange; ababi bankanulidde amaaso ne banvuma nga bajjudde obusungu.
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
Omutima gwange gulumwa nnyo munda yange; entiisa y’okufa entuukiridde.
5 Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
Okutya n’okukankana binnumbye; entiisa empitiridde.
6 And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
Ne njogera nti, Singa nnina ebiwaawaatiro ng’ejjiba, nandibuuse ne ŋŋenda mpummulako.
7 Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. (Selah)
“Nandiraze wala nnyo, ne mbeera eyo mu ddungu;
8 I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
nandiyanguye ne ntuuka mu kifo kyange eky’okuwummuliramu, eteri kibuyaga na mpewo ekunta n’amaanyi.”
9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
Mukama tabulatabula ennimi z’ababi, ozikirize enkwe zaabwe; kubanga ndaba obukambwe n’okulwanagana mu kibuga.
10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,
Beetooloola bbugwe waakyo emisana n’ekiro, ne munda mu kyo mujjudde ettima n’ebikolwa ebibi.
11 Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
Obutemu n’obussi obwa buli ngeri biri mu kibuga omwo. Buli lw’oyita mu nguudo zaakyo osanga bulimba bwereere na kutiisibwatiisibwa.
12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
Singa omulabe wange y’abadde anvuma, nandikigumiikirizza; singa oyo atakkiriziganya nange y’annumbaganye n’anduulira, nandimwekwese.
13 But thou, a man — as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
Naye ggwe munnange, bwe tuyita, era mukwano gwange ddala!
14 When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
Gwe twabanga naye mu ssanyu ng’abooluganda, nga tutambulira mu kibiina ekinene mu nnyumba ya Katonda.
15 Desolations [are] upon them, They go down [to] Sheol — alive, For wickedness [is] in their dwelling, in their midst. (Sheol h7585)
Okufa kubatuukirire, bakke emagombe nga bakyali balamu; kubanga bajjudde okukola ebibi. (Sheol h7585)
16 I — to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.
Naye nze nkoowoola Mukama Katonda, n’andokola.
17 Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
Ekiro, ne mu makya ne mu ttuntu, ndaajana nga bwe nsinda; n’awulira eddoboozi lyange.
18 He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
Amponyezza mu lutalo nga siriiko kintuseeko newaakubadde ng’abannwanyisizza babadde bangi.
19 God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, and fear not God,
Katonda oyo atudde ku ntebe ye ebbanga lyonna, aliwulira n’ababonereza abo abatakyusa makubo gaabwe era abatatya Katonda.
20 He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
Agololera emikono gye ku mikwano gye; n’amenya endagaano ye.
21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart [is] war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they [are] drawn [swords].
By’ayogera bigonvu okusinga omuzigo, so nga mu mutima gwe alowooza lutalo; ebigambo bye biweweera okusinga amafuta, so nga munda mu mutima gwe asowodde bitala byennyini.
22 Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.
Ebizibu byo byonna bireete eri Mukama, ajja kukuwanirira; kubanga talireka mutuukirivu kugwa.
23 And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I — I do trust in Thee!
Naye ggwe, Ayi Katonda, olisuula abakola ebibi mu kinnya eky’okuzikirira; era abatemu n’abalimba bonna tebagenda kuwangaala kimu kyakubiri eky’obulamu bwabwe. Naye nze, neesiga ggwe.
