Endagaano Enkadde nʼEndagaano Empya

Zabbuli 90

EKITABO IV

Zabbuli 90–106

Okusaba kwa Musa, omusajja wa Katonda.

1Ayi Mukama, obadde kifo kyaffe eky’okubeeramu
    emirembe gyonna.
Ensozi nga tezinnabaawo,
    n’ensi yonna nga tonnagitonda;
    okuva ku ntandikwa okutuusa ku nkomerero y’emirembe gyonna, ggwe Katonda.

Omuntu omuzzaayo mu nfuufu,
    n’oyogera nti, “Mudde mu nfuufu, mmwe abaana b’abantu.”
Kubanga emyaka olukumi,
    gy’oli giri ng’olunaku olumu olwayita,
    oba ng’ekisisimuka mu kiro.
Obeera n’obamalirawo ddala nga bali mu tulo otw’okufa.
    Ku makya baba ng’omuddo omuto.
Ku makya guba munyirivu,
    naye olw’eggulo ne guwotoka ne gukala.

Ddala ddala obusungu bwo butumalawo,
    n’obukambwe bwo bututiisa nnyo.
Ebyonoono byaffe obyanjadde mu maaso go,
    n’ebyo bye tukoze mu kyama obyanise awo w’oli.
Ddala ddala tumala ennaku z’obulamu bwaffe zonna ng’otunyiigidde;
    tukomekkereza emyaka gyaffe n’okusinda.
10 Obungi bw’ennaku zaffe gy’emyaka nsanvu,
    oba kinaana bwe tubaamu amaanyi.
Naye emyaka egyo gijjula ennaku n’okutegana,
    era giyita mangu, olwo nga tuggwaawo.
11 Ani amanyi amaanyi g’obusungu bwo?
    Kubanga ekiruyi kyo kingi ng’ekitiibwa kye tusaana okukuwa bwe kyenkana.
12 Otuyigirize okutegeeranga obulungi ennaku zaffe,
    tulyoke tubeere n’omutima ogw’amagezi.

13 Ayi Mukama, komawo gye tuli. Olitusuula kutuusa ddi?
    Abaweereza bo bakwatirwe ekisa.
14 Tujjuze okwagala kwo okutaggwaawo ku makya,
    tulyoke tuyimbenga nga tujaguza n’essanyu era tusanyukenga obulamu bwaffe bwonna.
15 Tusanyuse, Ayi Mukama, okumala ennaku nga ze tumaze ng’otubonyaabonya,
    era n’okumala emyaka nga gye tumaze nga tulaba ennaku.
16 Ebikolwa byo biragibwe abaweereza bo,
    n’abaana baabwe balabe ekitiibwa kyo.
17 Okusaasira kwo, Ayi Mukama Katonda waffe, kubeerenga ku ffe,
    otusobozesenga okutuukiriza obulungi emirimu gyaffe;
    weewaawo, otusobozesenga okutuukiriza obulungi emirimu gyaffe.

The Message

Psalm 90

A Prayer of Moses, Man of God

11-2 God, it seems you’ve been our home forever;
    long before the mountains were born,
Long before you brought earth itself to birth,
    from “once upon a time” to “kingdom come”—you are God.

3-11 So don’t return us to mud, saying,
    “Back to where you came from!”
Patience! You’ve got all the time in the world—whether
    a thousand years or a day, it’s all the same to you.
Are we no more to you than a wispy dream,
    no more than a blade of grass
That springs up gloriously with the rising sun
    and is cut down without a second thought?
Your anger is far and away too much for us;
    we’re at the end of our rope.
You keep track of all our sins; every misdeed
    since we were children is entered in your books.
All we can remember is that frown on your face.
    Is that all we’re ever going to get?
We live for seventy years or so
    (with luck we might make it to eighty),
And what do we have to show for it? Trouble.
    Toil and trouble and a marker in the graveyard.
Who can make sense of such rage,
    such anger against the very ones who fear you?

12-17 Oh! Teach us to live well!
    Teach us to live wisely and well!
Come back, God—how long do we have to wait?—
    and treat your servants with kindness for a change.
Surprise us with love at daybreak;
    then we’ll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times;
    we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime.
Let your servants see what you’re best at—
    the ways you rule and bless your children.
And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us,
    confirming the work that we do.
    Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!