Endagaano Enkadde nʼEndagaano Empya

Zabbuli 57

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ku ddoboozi, “Tozikiriza.” Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka Sawulo, n’alaga mu mpuku.

1Onsaasire, Ayi Katonda, onsaasire,
    kubanga neesiga ggwe.
Nzija kwekweka mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo
    okutuusa okuzikirira bwe kulikoma.

Nkoowoola Katonda Ali Waggulu Ennyo,
    Katonda atuukiriza bye yantegekera.
Alisinzira mu ggulu n’andokola,
    n’amponya abo abampalana.
    Katonda anandaganga obwesigwa bwe n’okwagala kwe okutaggwaawo.

Mbeera wakati mu mpologoma,
    nsula mu bisolo ebirya abaana b’abantu.
Amannyo g’abalabe bange gali ng’amafumu n’obusaale.
    Ennimi zaabwe ziri ng’ebitala ebyogi.

Ayi Katonda, ogulumizibwenga okusinga eggulu;
    n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.

Baatega ekitimba mu kkubo lyange,
    ne ntya nnyo;
ne basimamu obunnya,
    ate bo bennyini ne babugwamu.

Omutima gwange munywevu, Ayi Katonda,
    omutima gwange munywevu.
    Nnaakutenderezanga n’ennyimba.
Zuukuka, ggwe omwoyo gwange!
    Zuukuka ggwe ennanga ey’enkoba, naawe entongooli,
    ndyoke nnyimbe okukeesa obudde.

Ayi Mukama, ndikwebaza mu mawanga;
    ndiyimba nga nkutendereza mu bantu.
10 Kubanga okwagala kwo kungi nnyo, kutuuka ne ku ggulu;
    n’obwesigwa bwo butuuka ku bire.

11 Ogulumizibwenga, Ayi Katonda, okusinga eggulu;
    n’ekitiibwa kyo kibune ensi yonna.

The Message

Psalm 57

A David Psalm, When He Hid in a Cave from Saul

11-3 Be good to me, God—and now!
    I’ve run to you for dear life.
I’m hiding out under your wings
    until the hurricane blows over.
I call out to High God,
    the God who holds me together.
He sends orders from heaven and saves me,
    he humiliates those who kick me around.
God delivers generous love,
    he makes good on his word.

I find myself in a pride of lions
    who are wild for a taste of human flesh;
Their teeth are lances and arrows,
    their tongues are sharp daggers.

Soar high in the skies, O God!
    Cover the whole earth with your glory!

They booby-trapped my path;
    I thought I was dead and done for.
They dug a mantrap to catch me,
    and fell in headlong themselves.

7-8 I’m ready, God, so ready,
    ready from head to toe,
Ready to sing, ready to raise a tune:
    “Wake up, soul!
Wake up, harp! wake up, lute!
    Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”

9-10 I’m thanking you, God, out loud in the streets,
    singing your praises in town and country.
The deeper your love, the higher it goes;
    every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness.

11 Soar high in the skies, O God!
    Cover the whole earth with your glory!