Zabbuli 63
1 Zabbuli ya Dawudi, bwe yali mu ddungu lya Yuda. Ayi Katonda, oli Katonda wange, nkunoonya n’omutima gwange gwonna; emmeeme yange ekwetaaga, omubiri gwange gwonna gukuyaayaanira, nga nnina ennyonta ng’ali mu nsi enkalu omutali mazzi.
`The salm of Dauid, `whanne he was in the desert of Judee. God, my God, Y wake to thee ful eerli. Mi soule thirstide to thee; my fleisch thirstide to thee ful many foold.
2 Nkulabye ng’oli mu kifo kyo ekitukuvu, ne ndaba amaanyi go n’ekitiibwa kyo.
In a lond forsakun with out wei, and with out water, so Y apperide to thee in hooli; that Y schulde se thi vertu, and thi glorie.
3 Kubanga okwagala kwo okutaggwaawo kusinga obulamu; akamwa kange kanaakutenderezanga.
For thi merci is betere than lyues; my lippis schulen herie thee.
4 Bwe ntyo nnaakutenderezanga obulamu bwange bwonna; nnaayimusanga emikono gyange mu linnya lyo.
So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.
5 Emmeeme yange enekkutanga ebyassava n’obugagga; nnaayimbanga nga nkutendereza n’emimwa egy’essanyu.
Mi soule be fillid as with inner fatnesse and vttermere fatnesse; and my mouth schal herie with lippis of ful out ioiyng.
6 Nkujjukira nga ndi ku kitanda kyange, era nkufumiitirizaako mu ssaawa ez’ekiro.
So Y hadde mynde on thee on my bed, in morewtidis Y shal thenke of thee;
7 Olw’okuba ng’oli mubeezi wange, nnyimba nga ndi mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
for thou were myn helpere. And in the keueryng of thi wyngis Y schal make `ful out ioye, my soule cleuede after thee;
8 Emmeeme yange yeekwata ku ggwe; omukono gwo ogwa ddyo gumpanirira.
thi riythond took me vp.
9 Naye abo abannoonya okunzita balizikirizibwa, baliserengeta emagombe.
Forsothe thei souyten in veyn my lijf, thei schulen entre in to the lower thingis of erthe;
10 Balisaanawo n’ekitala; ne bafuuka emmere y’ebibe.
thei schulen be bitakun in to the hondis of swerd, thei schulen be maad the partis of foxis.
11 Naye ye kabaka anaajagulizanga mu Katonda; bonna abalayira mu linnya lya Katonda banaatenderezanga Katonda, naye akamwa k’abalimba kalisirisibwa.
But the king schal be glad in God; and alle men schulen be preysid that sweren in hym, for the mouth of hem, that speken wickid thingis, is stoppid.
