Zabbuli 55
1 Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Eyimbibwa n’ebivuga eby’enkoba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Owulirize okusaba kwange, Ayi Katonda, togaya kwegayirira kwange.
To the Chief Musician: with stringed Instruments. A Psalm of Instruction, of David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And do not hide thyself from my supplication:
2 Ompulire era onziremu, kubanga ndi mu buzibu, nga nsinda olw’okweraliikirira okunene.
Attend unto me, and answer me, I may ramble in my complaining, And be driven to and fro—
3 Mpulira amaloboozi g’abalabe bange; ababi bankanulidde amaaso ne banvuma nga bajjudde obusungu.
Because of the noise of the enemy, By reason of the oppression of the lawless one, For they would let trouble drop upon me, And, in anger, would they entrap me.
4 Omutima gwange gulumwa nnyo munda yange; entiisa y’okufa entuukiridde.
My heart, would writhe within me, And, the terrors of Death, have fallen upon me:
5 Okutya n’okukankana binnumbye; entiisa empitiridde.
Fear and trembling, would enter me, And there would have overwhelmed me—a horror!
6 Ne njogera nti, Singa nnina ebiwaawaatiro ng’ejjiba, nandibuuse ne ŋŋenda mpummulako.
Then I said—Oh that there were given me a pinion, like a dove, I would fly away and be at rest:
7 “Nandiraze wala nnyo, ne mbeera eyo mu ddungu;
Lo! I would take a distant flight, I would tarry in the wilderness. (Selah)
8 nandiyanguye ne ntuuka mu kifo kyange eky’okuwummuliramu, eteri kibuyaga na mpewo ekunta n’amaanyi.”
I would hasten mine escape, From rushing wind, from storm.
9 Mukama tabulatabula ennimi z’ababi, ozikirize enkwe zaabwe; kubanga ndaba obukambwe n’okulwanagana mu kibuga.
Confuse, O My Lord, divide their speech, For I have seen violence and contention in the city;
10 Beetooloola bbugwe waakyo emisana n’ekiro, ne munda mu kyo mujjudde ettima n’ebikolwa ebibi.
Day and night, they go round her, upon her walls, And, trouble and misery, are in her midst;
11 Obutemu n’obussi obwa buli ngeri biri mu kibuga omwo. Buli lw’oyita mu nguudo zaakyo osanga bulimba bwereere na kutiisibwatiisibwa.
Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.
12 Singa omulabe wange y’abadde anvuma, nandikigumiikirizza; singa oyo atakkiriziganya nange y’annumbaganye n’anduulira, nandimwekwese.
For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, —Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;
13 Naye ggwe munnange, bwe tuyita, era mukwano gwange ddala!
But it is, thou, a man esteemed as mine equal, mine associate, and mine acquaintance;
14 Gwe twabanga naye mu ssanyu ng’abooluganda, nga tutambulira mu kibiina ekinene mu nnyumba ya Katonda.
So that together have we been wont to find sweetness in counsel, In the house of God, used we to walk in the throng.
15 Okufa kubatuukirire, bakke emagombe nga bakyali balamu; kubanga bajjudde okukola ebibi. (Sheol h7585)
Desolations on them! Let them go down into hades alive, For, wicked doings, are at home within them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Naye nze nkoowoola Mukama Katonda, n’andokola.
I, unto God, will cry, —And, Yahweh, will save me.
17 Ekiro, ne mu makya ne mu ttuntu, ndaajana nga bwe nsinda; n’awulira eddoboozi lyange.
At evening and morning and high noon, have I been wont to lament and complain, And he hath heard my voice!
18 Amponyezza mu lutalo nga siriiko kintuseeko newaakubadde ng’abannwanyisizza babadde bangi.
He hath completely redeemed my soul, out of the attack upon me, For, in multitudes, were they [in conflict] with me.
19 Katonda oyo atudde ku ntebe ye ebbanga lyonna, aliwulira n’ababonereza abo abatakyusa makubo gaabwe era abatatya Katonda.
GOD will hear, Yea He will humble them who aforetime sat [enthroned]. (Selah) With whom are no changings, Neither have they revered God.
20 Agololera emikono gye ku mikwano gye; n’amenya endagaano ye.
He hath thrust forth his hands, against them he was wont to salute, he hath violated his covenant;
21 By’ayogera bigonvu okusinga omuzigo, so nga mu mutima gwe alowooza lutalo; ebigambo bye biweweera okusinga amafuta, so nga munda mu mutima gwe asowodde bitala byennyini.
Smoother than curds, were [the words of] his mouth, But, war, was [in] his heart, —Softer his words than oil, Yet, they, were drawn swords!
22 Ebizibu byo byonna bireete eri Mukama, ajja kukuwanirira; kubanga talireka mutuukirivu kugwa.
Cast upon Yahweh thy lot, and, he, will sustain thee: He will not suffer, to times age-abiding, the righteous one to be shaken.
23 Naye ggwe, Ayi Katonda, olisuula abakola ebibi mu kinnya eky’okuzikirira; era abatemu n’abalimba bonna tebagenda kuwangaala kimu kyakubiri eky’obulamu bwabwe. Naye nze, neesiga ggwe.
But, thou, O God, wilt bring them down to the pit of destruction, Men of bloodshed and deceit, shall not live out half their days; But, I, will trust in thee.
