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 Korahites. To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you;
2 Kkiriza okusaba kwange kutuuke gy’oli; otege okutu kwo nga nkukoowoola.
let my prayer come into your presence, incline your ear to my cry.
For I am sated with sorrow, my life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
4 Mbalirwa mu abo abaserengeta emagombe; nfaanana ng’omuntu atalina maanyi.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 Bandese wano ng’afudde, nga ndi ng’abo be basse abalinda obulinzi entaana, nga tokyaddayo kubajjukira, era nga tewakyali kya kubakolera.
My home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more cut off as they are from your hand.
6 Ontadde mu kinnya ekisinga obuwanvu, era eky’ekizikiza ekikutte ennyo.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Obusungu bwo bumbuubuukiddeko nnyo, ng’ennyanja esiikuuse n’amayengo gaayo ne gankuba okusukkirira.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Ab’emikwano abasingira ddala okunjagala obammazeeko, n’onfuula ekyenyinyalwa gye bali. Nsibiddwa, so sisobola kwesumattula.
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 Amaaso gange gayimbadde olw’ennaku. Nkukoowoola buli lunaku, Ayi Mukama, ne ngolola emikono gyange gy’oli nga nkwegayirira.
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 Ebyamagero byo onoobikoleranga bafu? Abafudde banaagolokokanga ne bakutendereza?
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Okwagala kwo onookulaganga abali emagombe n’obwesigwa bwo abo abali mu kifo eky’okuzikirira?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Ebyamagero byo binaamanyibwanga mu kifo ekyo eky’ekizikiza? Oba ebikolwa byo eby’obutuukirivu bwo bye binaamanyibwanga mu nsi eyamala edda okwerabirwa?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Naye nze, Ayi Mukama, naakabiriranga ggwe okunnyamba; buli nkya okusaba kwange kunaatuukanga gy’oli.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Ayi Mukama, onsuulidde ki? Onkwekedde ki amaaso go?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Ombonyaabonyezza okuviira ddala mu buvubuka bwange, era nga mbeera kumpi n’okufa; ngumiikirizza nnyo entiisa yo, era kaakano mpweddemu essuubi.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Obusungu bwo obubuubuuka bunzigwereddeko era bunzikkiriza. Entiisa yo tendeseemu ka buntu.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Binzingiza nga mukoka olunaku lwonna; binsaanikiridde ddala.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Ommazeeko ab’emikwano n’abo abanjagala ennyo; nsigazza nzikiza yokka.
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
