Zabbuli 88
1 Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Ayi Mukama Katonda, Omulokozi wange, nkaaba emisana n’ekiro mu maaso go.
A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
2 Kkiriza okusaba kwange kutuuke gy’oli; otege okutu kwo nga nkukoowoola.
Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. (Sheol h7585)
4 Mbalirwa mu abo abaserengeta emagombe; nfaanana ng’omuntu atalina maanyi.
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
5 Bandese wano ng’afudde, nga ndi ng’abo be basse abalinda obulinzi entaana, nga tokyaddayo kubajjukira, era nga tewakyali kya kubakolera.
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
6 Ontadde mu kinnya ekisinga obuwanvu, era eky’ekizikiza ekikutte ennyo.
You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
7 Obusungu bwo bumbuubuukiddeko nnyo, ng’ennyanja esiikuuse n’amayengo gaayo ne gankuba okusukkirira.
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
8 Ab’emikwano abasingira ddala okunjagala obammazeeko, n’onfuula ekyenyinyalwa gye bali. Nsibiddwa, so sisobola kwesumattula.
You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
9 Amaaso gange gayimbadde olw’ennaku. Nkukoowoola buli lunaku, Ayi Mukama, ne ngolola emikono gyange gy’oli nga nkwegayirira.
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
10 Ebyamagero byo onoobikoleranga bafu? Abafudde banaagolokokanga ne bakutendereza?
Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
11 Okwagala kwo onookulaganga abali emagombe n’obwesigwa bwo abo abali mu kifo eky’okuzikirira?
Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
12 Ebyamagero byo binaamanyibwanga mu kifo ekyo eky’ekizikiza? Oba ebikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu bwo bye binaamanyibwanga mu nsi eyamala edda okwerabirwa?
May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
13 Naye nze, Ayi Mukama, naakabiriranga ggwe okunnyamba; buli nkya okusaba kwange kunaatuukanga gy’oli.
But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
14 Ayi Mukama, onsuulidde ki? Onkwekedde ki amaaso go?
Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15 Ombonyaabonyezza okuviira ddala mu buvubuka bwange, era nga mbeera kumpi n’okufa; ngumiikirizza nnyo entiisa yo, era kaakano mpweddemu essuubi.
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 Obusungu bwo obubuubuuka bunzigwereddeko era bunzikkiriza. Entiisa yo tendeseemu ka buntu.
The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
17 Binzingiza nga mukoka olunaku lwonna; binsaanikiridde ddala.
They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
18 Ommazeeko ab’emikwano n’abo abanjagala ennyo; nsigazza nzikiza yokka.
You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
