Zabbuli 3
1 Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu. Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi! Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Bangi abanjogerako nti, “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma; ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi, kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Golokoka, Ayi Mukama, ondokole Ayi Katonda wange okube abalabe bange bonna omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama. Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
