Zabbuli 3
1 Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu. Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi! Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Bangi abanjogerako nti, “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma; ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi, kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ondokole Ayi Katonda wange okube abalabe bange bonna omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama. Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
