Psalms 4
1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. When I call, answer me, O God of my righteousness: in pressure thou hast enlarged me; be gracious unto me, and hear my prayer.
Ya mukulu wa Bayimbi. Eyimbibwa n’ebivuga eby’enkoba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Bwe nkukoowoola onnyanukule, Ayi Katonda wange omutuukirivu. Bwe mba mu nnaku, onnyambe. Onkwatirwe ekisa owulire okusaba kwange.
2 Ye sons of men, till when is my glory [to be put] to shame? [How long] will ye love vanity, will ye seek after a lie? (Selah)
Mmwe abaana b’abantu, mulituusa wa okuswazanga ekitiibwa kyange? Mulituusa ddi okugoberera okwagala ebitaliimu, n’okunoonya eby’obulimba?
3 But know that Jehovah hath set apart the pious [man] for himself: Jehovah will hear when I call unto him.
Naye mutegeere nga Mukama yeerondeddemu abo abamugondera. Bwe nnaamukoowoolanga anampuliranga era anannyanukulanga.
4 Be moved with anger, and sin not; meditate in your own hearts upon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Ne bwe munyiiga ennyo, temusaana kwonoona; musiriikirire, mwekebere era mufumiitirize mu mitima gyammwe nga mugalamidde ku bitanda byammwe.
5 Offer sacrifices of righteousness, and confide in Jehovah.
Muweeyo ebiweebwayo ebisaanidde; era mwesigenga Mukama.
6 Many say, Who shall cause us to see good? Lift up upon us the light of thy countenance, O Jehovah.
Waliwo bangi abasaba nti, “Oyongere okutulaga ebirungi, Ayi Mukama, otumulisize omusana gw’amaaso go.”
7 Thou hast put joy in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their new wine was in abundance.
Ondeetedde essanyu lingi mu mutima gwange erisinga ne lye bafuna mu makungula nga batunuulira ku bibala byabwe ebingi.
8 In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for thou, Jehovah, alone makest me to dwell in safety.
Nnaagalamira ne nneebaka mirembe; kubanga ggwe wekka, Ayi Mukama, ggwe ondabirira akabi ne katantuukako.
