Yona 2
1 Awo Yona n’asinziira mu kyennyanja n’asaba Mukama Katonda we, ng’agamba
Then prayed Jonah, unto Yahweh, his God, —out of the belly of the fish;
2 nti, “Mu nnaku yange ennyingi nakaabirira Mukama n’anziramu; mu buziba ewala mu magombe nakukoowoola, era n’owulira eddoboozi lyange! (Sheol h7585)
and said—I cried—out of my distress—unto Yahweh, and he answered me, —Out of the belly of hades, called I, Thou didst hear my voice. (Sheol h7585)
3 Kubanga wansuula ewala mu buziba mu nnyanja, ne nzika, amayengo gonna, ensozi n’ensozi z’amazzi ebikunta ne bimbikka ne binneetooloola.
For thou hast cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and, a flood, enveloped me, —All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, passed.
4 Ne ndyoka njogera nti, ‘Ngobeddwa mu maaso go; Ddala ndiddayo nate okulaba yeekaalu yo entukuvu?’
And, I, said, I am driven out from before thine eyes, —Yet will I again have regard unto thy holy temple:
5 Nakkira ddala ku ntobo wansi w’amayengo, okufa ne kumbeerera ddala kumpi; Amazzi nga ganneetoolodde era ng’omuddo gw’omu nnyanja gunneezingiridde ku mutwe.
The waters, encompassed me, to the peril of my life, The roaring deep, enveloped me, —The sea-weed, was wrapped about my head:
6 Ne ŋŋendera ddala ku ntobo, ensozi z’omu nnyanja gye zisibuka, eyo, ensi n’ensibirayo emirembe n’emirembe. Naye ggwe Mukama Katonda wange, onzigye mu bunnya, Ayi Mukama Katonda wange.
To the roots of the mountains, went I down, As for the earth, her bars, were about me, age-abidingly, —Then didst thou bring up—out of the pit—my life, O Yahweh my God.
7 “Bwe nnali nga mpweddemu essuubi, emmeeme yange ng’ezirika ne nkujjukira, Ayi Mukama Katonda. Awo okusaba kwange entakeera ne kutuuka mu yeekaalu yo entukuvu.
When my soul, darkened itself over me, Yahweh, I remembered, —and my prayer, came in unto thee, unto thy holy temple.
8 “Abo abassaayo omwoyo ku balubaale ne bakatonda abataliimu ne babasinza, beefiiriza okusaasirwa kwa Katonda okubalindiridde!
They who take heed to the vanities of falsehood, do, their own lovingkindness, forsake.
9 Naye nze, n’oluyimba olw’okukutendereza, ndikuwa ssaddaaka. Ddala ndituukiriza obweyamo bwange kubanga obulokozi buva eri Mukama Katonda.”
But, I, with the voice of praise, will sacrifice unto thee, What I have vowed, I will pay, —Salvation, belongeth to Yahweh!
10 Awo Mukama Katonda n’alagira ekyennyanja ne kiwandula Yona n’agwa ettale ku lukalu.
So then Yahweh spake unto the fish, —and it vomited out Jonah, upon the dry land.
