The Message

Psalm 3

A David Psalm, When He Escaped for His Life from Absalom, His Son

11-2 God! Look! Enemies past counting!
Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:
“Hah! No help for him from God!”

3-4 But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

5-6 I stretch myself out. I sleep.
Then I’m up again—rested, tall and steady,
Fearless before the enemy mobs
Coming at me from all sides.

Up, God! My God, help me!
Slap their faces,
First this cheek, then the other,
Your fist hard in their teeth!

Real help comes from God.
Your blessing clothes your people!

Endagaano Enkadde nʼEndagaano Empya

Zabbuli 3

Zabbuli ya Dawudi bwe yadduka mutabani we Abusaalomu.

1Ayi Mukama, abalabe bange nga beeyongedde obungi!
    Abanfubutukiddeko okunnumba nga bangi!
Bangi abanjogerako nti,
    “Katonda tagenda kumununula.”

Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ngabo yange enkuuma;
    ggwe kitiibwa kyange, era gw’onzizaamu amaanyi.
Nkoowoola Mukama n’eddoboozi ery’omwanguka,
    n’annyanukula ng’asinziira ku lusozi lwe olutukuvu.

Ngalamira ne neebaka, era ne nzuukuka bulungi,
    kubanga Mukama ye ampanirira.
Siityenga enkumi n’enkumi z’abalabe bange
    abanneetoolodde, okunnumba.

Golokoka, Ayi Mukama,
    ondokole Ayi Katonda wange
okube abalabe bange bonna
    omenye oluba lw’abakola ebibi.

Obulokozi buva gy’oli, Ayi Mukama.
    Emikisa gyo gibeerenga ku bantu bo.