Zabbuli 108
1 Oluyimba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Omutima gwange munywevu, Ayi Katonda; nnaayimbanga ne nkutendereza n’omwoyo gwange gwonna.
A song. A psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music; awake, my soul.
2 Muzuukuke, mmwe entongooli n’ennanga ey’enkoba, nzija kuyimba okukeesa obudde.
Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.
3 Nnaakutenderezanga, Ayi Mukama, mu bantu bonna, nnaakuyimbiranga mu mawanga gonna.
I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord; make music among the nations to you.
4 Okwagala kwo kunene, kutumbiira okutuuka ku ggulu; n’obwesigwa bwo butuuka ku bire.
For great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.
5 Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Katonda, okuyisa eggulu; n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.
Be exalted, O God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.
6 Tulokole otuyambe n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo, abo booyagala banunulibwe.
So those you love may be rescued, save by your right hand and answer us.
7 Katonda ayogedde ng’asinziira mu kifo kye ekitukuvu n’agamba nti, “Nga nzijudde essanyu, ndisala mu Sekemu, era n’Ekiwonvu kya Sukkosi ndikigabanyagabanyaamu.
God did solemnly swear: ‘As victor will I divide Shechem, portion out the valley of Succoth.
8 Ensi ya Gireyaadi yange, n’eya Manase nayo yange. Efulayimu mwe muli abalwanyi bange abazira; ate mu Yuda mwe munaavanga bakabaka.
Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my sceptre of rule,
9 Mowaabu be baweereza bange abawulize; ate Edomu be baddu bange; Abafirisuuti ndibaleekaanira mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka ery’obuwanguzi.”
Moab the pot that I wash in, on Edom I hurl my sandal, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.’
10 Ani anantuusa ku kibuga ekigumu ekinywevu? Ani anankulembera okunnyingiza mu Edomu?
O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
11 Si ggwe, ayi Katonda, atusudde, atakyatabaala n’amaggye gaffe?
Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
12 Tudduukirire nga tulwanyisa abalabe baffe, kubanga obuyambi bw’abantu temuli nsa.
Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
13 Bwe tunaabeeranga ne Katonda tunaabanga bawanguzi; kubanga y’anaalinnyiriranga abalabe baffe wansi w’ebigere bye.
With God we shall yet do bravely, he himself will tread down our foes.
