Zabbuli 60
1 Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ku ddoboozi, “Eddanga ery’Endagaano.” Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Yakuyigiriza. Dawudi bwe yalwana n’Abaalamu abaava e Nakalayimu n’abaava e Zoba, Yowaabu n’akomawo n’atta Abayedomu omutwalo gumu mu enkumi bbiri mu Kiwonvu eky’Omunnyo. Otusudde, Ayi Katonda, otumazeemu amaanyi, otunyiigidde. Tukwegayiridde otuzze gy’oli.
Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction: when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal, and Joab turned back and struck Idumea, in the valley of the salt pits, twelve thousand men. O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.
2 Ensi ogiyuuguumizza n’ogyasaayasa; tukwegayirira enjatika ozizibe, kubanga ekankana.
You have moved the earth, and you have disturbed it. Heal its breaches, for it has been moved.
3 Obadde mukambwe nnyo eri abantu bo; tuli nga b’owadde omwenge omungi ne gututagaza.
You have revealed to your people difficulties. You have made us drink the wine of remorse.
4 Naye abo abakutya obawanikidde ebbendera okuba akabonero akabakuŋŋaanya awamu, era akatiisa abalabe baabwe.
You have given a warning sign to those who fear you, so that they may flee from before the face of the bow, so that your beloved may be delivered.
5 Otulokole era otuyambe n’omukono gwo ogwa ddyo, abakwagala baleme kutuukibwako kabi konna.
Save me with your right hand, and hear me.
6 Katonda ayogedde ng’asinziira mu kifo kye ekitukuvu, n’agamba nti, “Mu buwanguzi, ndisala mu Sekemu, era n’ekiwonvu kya Sukkosi ndikigabanyagabanyaamu.
God has spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Shechem, and I will measure the steep valley of the tabernacles.
7 Ensi ya Gireyaadi yange, n’eya Manase nayo yange. Efulayimu ye nkufiira ey’oku mutwe gwange; ate Yuda gwe muggo gwange ogw’okufuga.
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. And Ephraim is the strength of my head. Judah is my king.
8 Mowaabu kye kinaabirwamu kyange, ate Edomu gye nkasuka engatto yange: ne ku Bafirisuuti ndeekaana mu buwanguzi.”
Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. Into Idumea, I will extend my shoe. To me, the foreigners have been made subject.
9 Ani anantuusa ku kibuga ekigumu ekinywevu? Ani anankulembera okunnyingiza mu Edomu?
Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me all the way to Idumea?
10 Si ggwe Ayi Katonda, atusudde, atakyatabaala na magye gaffe?
Will not you, O God, who has rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?
11 Tudduukirire, nga tulwanyisa abalabe baffe, kubanga obuyambi bw’abantu temuli nsa.
Grant us help from tribulation. For salvation from man is empty.
12 Bwe tunaabeeranga ne Katonda, tunaabanga bawanguzi, kubanga ye y’anaalinnyiriranga abalabe baffe wansi w’ebigere bye.
In God, we will act virtuously. And those who trouble us, he will lead to nothing.
