Zabbuli 144
1 Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Atenderezebwe Mukama, olwazi lwange, atendeka emikono gyange okulwana, era ateekerateekera engalo zange olutalo.
By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
2 Mukama anjagala ye Katonda wange era kye kiddukiro kyange, ge maanyi gange amangi era ye mulokozi wange. Ye ngabo yange mwe neekweka. Awangula amawanga n’agassa wansi w’ebigere byange.
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Ayi Mukama, omuntu kye ki ggwe okumufaako, oba omwana w’omuntu, ggwe okumulowoozaako?
LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Omuntu ali nga mukka. Ennaku ze ziri ng’ekisiikirize ekiyita obuyisi.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5 Yawula mu ggulu lyo, Ayi Mukama, okke! Kwata ku nsozi zinyooke omukka!
Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Myansa abalabe basaasaane, era lasa obusaale bwo obazikirize.
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7 Ogolole omukono gwo ng’osinziira waggulu ennyo, omponye, onzigye mu mazzi amangi, era onzigye mu mikono gya bannamawanga;
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, abalayira nti kya mazima, so nga bulimba bwereere.
whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ayi Mukama, nnaakuyimbiranga oluyimba oluggya; nnaakukubiranga ennanga ey’enkoba ekkumi,
I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
10 ggwe awa bakabaka obuwanguzi; amponya, nze omuddu wo Dawudi, ekitala ekyogi.
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
11 Ndokola, omponye onzigye mu mukono gwa bannamawanga bano ab’emimwa egyogera eby’obulimba, era omukono gwabwe ogwa ddyo gwa bulimba.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Batabani baffe mu buvubuka bwabwe, Ayi Mukama, babeere ng’ebisimbe ebikulidde ddala obulungi, ne bawala baffe babe ng’empagi ennungi ez’oku nsonda okuzimbirwa ennyumba ya kabaka mu lubiri.
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13 Amawanika gaffe gajjule ebibala ebya buli ngeri. Endiga zaffe zizaale enkumi n’obukumi zijjule amalundiro gaffe.
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Ente zaffe ziwalule ebizito. Ebisenge by’ekibuga bireme kumenyebwa. Waleme kubaawo kukaaba n’okwaziirana kwonna mu nguudo ez’omu bibuga byaffe.
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
15 Abantu abaweereddwa emikisa egyo beesiimye! Balina omukisa abantu abo abalina Katonda waabwe nga ye Mukama.
Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.
