Psalms 92
1 A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
Zabbuli. Oluyimba lwa Ssabbiiti. Kirungi okwebazanga Mukama, n’okuyimba ennyimba n’okutenderezanga erinnya lyo, Ayi Ggwe, Ali Waggulu Ennyo;
2 To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
okutendanga okwagala kwo okutakoma buli nkya, n’okutendanga obwesigwa bwo buli kiro.
3 On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
Okukutenderezanga n’amaloboozi g’enkoba z’ennanga n’endere awamu n’entongooli.
4 For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
Kubanga ggwe, Ayi Mukama, onkoledde ebinsanyusizza; kyenva nkuyimbira n’essanyu olw’emirimu gy’emikono gyo.
5 How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
Emirimu gyo nga mikulu, Ayi Mukama; ebirowoozo byo nga tebitegeerekeka!
6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
Omuntu atalina magezi tamanyi; n’omusirusiru kino tasobola kukitegeera;
7 When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
newaakubadde ng’abakola ebibi baloka ng’omuddo, n’aboonoonyi bonna ne bafuna ebirungi, boolekedde okuzikirira okw’emirembe n’emirembe!
8 And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ogulumizibwa emirembe gyonna.
9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
Kubanga abalabe bo, Ayi Mukama, abalabe bo balizikirira, abakola ebibi bonna balisaasaanyizibwa.
10 And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
Naye nze wanfuula wa maanyi okwenkana embogo, n’onfukako amafuta amalungi.
11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
Amaaso gaalaba bbugwe ng’agwa ku balabe bange; n’amatu gange gawulidde akabi akatuuse ku abo abanjigganya.
12 The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
Abatuukirivu balyegolola ng’enkindu, ne bakula ne bawanvuwa ng’emivule gy’e Lebanooni.
13 Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
Egisimbibwa mu nnyumba ya Mukama. Baligimukira mu mpya za Katonda waffe.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
Ne mu bukadde bwabwe balibala ebibala; baliba balamu era abagimu,
15 To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
kiryoke kitegeeze nti, Mukama w’amazima, lwe Lwazi lwange era mu ye temuli butali butuukirivu.
