Zabbuli 40
1 Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Nalindirira Mukama n’obugumiikiriza, n’antegera okutu, n’awulira okukoowoola kwange,
To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
2 n’anziggya mu kinnya eky’entiisa, n’annyinyulula mu bitosi, n’anteeka ku lwazi olugumu kwe nyimiridde.
So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
3 Anjigirizza oluyimba oluggya, oluyimba olw’okutenderezanga Katonda waffe. Bangi bino balibiraba ne batandika okutya Mukama n’okumwesiganga.
Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
4 Balina omukisa abo abeesiga Mukama, abatagoberera ba malala abasinza bakatonda ab’obulimba.
How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
5 Ayi Mukama Katonda wange, otukoledde eby’ewunyisa bingi. Ebintu by’otuteekeddeteekedde tewali ayinza kubikutegeeza. Singa ngezaako okubittottola, sisobola kubimalayo byonna olw’obungi bwabyo.
Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
6 Ssaddaaka n’ebiweebwayo tewabyagala. Ebiweebwayo ebyokebwa olw’okutangirira ebibi, tobyetaaga. Naye onzigudde amatu.
Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
7 Kyenava njogera nti, “Nzuuno, nzize nga bwe kyampandiikibwako mu muzingo gw’ekitabo.”
Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
8 Nsanyukira okukola ky’oyagala, Ayi Katonda wange, kubanga amateeka go gali mu mutima gwange.
To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
9 Ntegeeza obutuukirivu mu lukuŋŋaana olunene. Sisirika busirisi, nga naawe bw’omanyi, Ayi Mukama.
I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
10 Bye mmanyi ku butuukirivu bwo sisirika nabyo mu mutima gwange, naye ntegeeza ku bwesigwa bwo n’obulokozi bwo. Abantu nga bakuŋŋaanye, sirema kubategeeza ku mazima go n’okwagala kwo okungi.
Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
11 Onsasirenga bulijjo, Ayi Mukama, amazima n’okwagala kwo byeyongerenga okunkuuma.
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
12 Kubanga ebizibu bye siyinza na kubala binneetoolodde; ebibi byange binsukiridde, sikyasobola na kulaba; bisinga enviiri ez’oku mutwe gwange obungi, mpweddemu amaanyi.
For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
13 Onsasire ayi Mukama ondokole; Ayi Mukama, oyanguwe okumbeera.
Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
14 Abo abaagala okunzita batabuketabuke baswale; n’abo bonna abagenderera okummalawo bagobebwe nga baswadde.
Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
15 Abo abankubira akasonso baswazibwe nnyo.
Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
16 Naye abo abakunoonya basanyuke era bajaguze; abo abaagala obulokozi bwo boogerenga bulijjo nti, “Mukama agulumizibwenga.”
Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
17 Ndi mwavu, eyeetaaga ennyo. Mukama ondowoozeeko. Tolwawo, Ayi Katonda wange. Ggwe mubeezi wange era Omulokozi wange.
But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
