Endagaano Enkadde nʼEndagaano Empya

Zabbuli 39

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi: Ya Yedusuni. Zabbuli ya Dawudi.

1Nagamba nti, “Nneekuumanga mu bye nkola,
    n’olulimi lwange lulemenga okwogera ebitali birongoofu.
Abakola ebitali bya butuukirivu bwe banaabanga awamu nange
    nnaabuniranga bubunizi ne soogera.”
Naye bwe nasirika
    ne sibaako kye njogedde wadde ekirungi,
    ate obuyinike bwange ne bweyongera.
Omutima gwange ne gumbabuukirira munda yange.
    Bwe nnali nkyakifumiitirizaako, omuliro ne gukoleera munda yange;
    kyenava njogera nti:

“Ayi Mukama, ntegeeza entuuko zange nga bwe ziriba,
    n’ennaku ze nsigazza;
    ommanyise ebiseera byange mu bulamu buno bwe biri ebimpi ennyo.”
Ennaku z’obulamu bwange wazitegeka ziri ng’oluta.
    Obungi bw’emyaka gyange tobulabamu kantu.
    Buli muntu, mukka bukka.

Ddala ddala omuntu ku nsi ali ng’ekisiikirize.
    Atawaana mu kino ne mu kiri, naye byonna butaliimu.
    Akuŋŋaanya obugagga, so nga tamanyi agenda kubutwala.

Naye kaakano, Ayi Mukama, nnoonya ki? Essuubi lyange liri mu ggwe.
Ondokole mu bibi byange byonna,
    abasirusiru baleme okunsekerera.
Nasirika busirisi, saayasamya kamwa kange;
    kubanga kino ggwe wakikola.
10 Olekere awo okunkuba,
    emiggo gy’onkubye giyitiridde!
11 Onenya omuntu ng’omukangavvula olw’ekibi kye ky’akola,
    omumaliramu ddala ensa, ng’ennyenje bw’ekola olugoye.
    Ddala omuntu mukka bukka.

12 Ayi Mukama, wulira okusaba kwange,
    owulire okukaaba kwange onnyambe.
    Tonsiriikirira nga nkukaabirira.
Kubanga ndi mugenyi bugenyi, omutambuze,
    nga bajjajjange bonna bwe baali.
13 Ndeka nsanyukemu, nga sinnava mu nsi muno,
    ne mbulirawo ddala.

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 39

Psalm 39

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David.

I said, “I will be careful about how I live.
    I will not sin by what I say.
I will keep my mouth closed
    when I am near sinful people.”
So I was completely silent.
    I didn’t even say anything good.
    But the pain inside me grew worse.
My heart was deeply troubled.
    As I thought about what was happening to me,
I became even more troubled.
    Then I spoke out.

I said, “Lord, show me when my life will end.
    Show me how many days I have left.
    Tell me how short my life will be.
You have given me only a few days to live.
    My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you.
    No one lasts any longer than a breath.
    This is true even for those who feel secure.
People are only shadows as they go here and there.
    They rush around, but it doesn’t mean anything.
    They pile up wealth, but they don’t know who will finally get it.

“Lord, what can I look forward to now?
    You are the only hope I have.
Save me from all the wrong things I’ve done.
    Don’t let foolish people make fun of me.
I keep silent. I don’t open my mouth.
    You are the one who has caused all this to happen.
10 Please stop beating me.
    I’m about to die from the blows of your hand.
11 You correct and punish people for their sin.
    Then, just as a moth eats cloth, you destroy their wealth.
    No one lasts any longer than a breath.

12 Lord, hear my prayer.
    Listen to my cry for help.
    Pay attention to my weeping.
I’m like an outsider in your home.
    I’m just a stranger, like all my family who lived before me.
13 Leave me alone.
    Let me enjoy life again before I die.”