Psalms 5
1 Unto the end, for her that obtaineth the inheritance. A psalm of David. Give ear, O Lord, to my words, understand my cry.
Ya mukulu wa Bayimbi. Ya ndere. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Otege okutu eri ebigambo byange, Ayi Mukama; olowooze ku kunyolwa kwange.
2 Hearken to the voice of my prayer, O my King and my God.
Wuliriza eddoboozi ly’omulanga gwange, Ayi Kabaka wange era Katonda wange: kubanga ggwe gwe nsaba.
3 For to thee will I pray: O Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice.
Ayi Mukama, buli nkya owulira eddoboozi lyange; buli nkya ndeeta gy’oli okusaba kwange, ne nnindirira onziremu.
4 In the morning I will stand before thee, and will see: because thou art not a God that willest iniquity.
Kubanga ggwe Ayi Katonda, tosanyukira bibi: n’ebitasaana tobigumiikiriza.
5 Neither shall the wicked dwell near thee: nor shall the unjust abide before thy eyes.
Ab’amalala era abakola ebibi tobeetaaga mu maaso go: kubanga okyawa abakola ebibi bonna.
6 Thou hatest all the workers of iniquity: Thou wilt destroy all that speak a lie. The bloody and the deceitful man the Lord will abhor.
Abalimba bonna obazikiriza; Mukama akyawa abatemu era n’abalimba.
7 But as for me in the multitude of thy mercy, I will come into thy house; I will worship towards thy holy temple, in thy fear.
Naye olw’ekisa kyo ekingi, nze nnaayingiranga mu nnyumba yo: ne nkusinziza mu Yeekaalu yo Entukuvu n’okutya okungi.
8 Conduct me, O Lord, in thy justice: because of my enemies, direct my way in thy sight.
Onkulembere, Ayi Mukama, mu butuukirivu bwo, olw’abalabe bange, ondage ekkubo eggolokofu ery’okutambulirangamu.
9 For there is no truth in their mouth; their heart is vain.
Abalabe bange bye boogera tebyesigibwa; emitima gyabwe gijjudde bussi bwereere. Emimiro gyabwe ntaana eyasaamiridde: akamwa kaabwe koogera bya bulimba.
10 Their throat is an open sepulchre: they dealt deceitfully with their tongues: judge them, O God. Let them fall from their devices: according to the multitude of their wickedness cast them out: for they have provoked thee, O Lord.
Basalire omusango gubasinge, Ayi Katonda; baleke bagwe mu mitego gyabwe. Bagobe kubanga baakujeemera.
11 But let all them be glad that hope in thee: they shall rejoice for ever, and thou shalt dwell in them. And all they that love thy name shall glory in thee:
Naye leka abo bonna abakwesiga basanyukenga; ennaku zonna bayimbenga n’essanyu, obakuumenga, abo abaagala erinnya lyo basanyukirenga mu ggwe.
12 For thou wilt bless the just. O Lord, thou hast crowned us, as with a shield of thy good will.
Kubanga, Ayi Mukama, omutuukirivu omuwa omukisa; era omukuuma, n’omwetoolooza okwagala ng’engabo.
