Psalms 6

1 Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

Eri Omukulu wa Bayimbi. Eyimbibwa n’ebivuga eby’enkoba. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Ayi Mukama, tonnenya ng’ojjudde obusungu; so tombonereza mu kiruyi kyo.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

Onsaasire, Ayi Mukama, kubanga ndi munafu. Omponye, Ayi Mukama, kubanga amagumba gange gali mu bulumi.

3 And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Emmeeme yange ejjudde ennaku. Olirindirira kutuusa ddi olyoke onnyambe?

4 Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

Onkyukire, Ayi Mukama, olokole omwoyo gwange; omponye okufa olw’okwagala kwo okungi.

5 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? (Sheol h7585)

Kubanga tewali ayinza kukujjukira ng’amaze okufa. Ani alikutendereza ng’asinziira emagombe? (Sheol h7585)

6 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

Mpweddemu amaanyi olw’okusinda. Buli kiro obuliri bwange bujjula amaziga gange n’omutto ne gutoba.

7 My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Amaaso gange ganafuye olw’okunyolwa, tegakyalaba bulungi olw’abalabe bange.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Muve we ndi mmwe mwenna abakola ebibi; kubanga Mukama awulidde okukaaba kwange.

9 The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

Mukama awulidde okwegayirira kwange, n’okusaba kwange akukkirizza.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

Abalabe bange bonna baliswazibwa era balitya nnyo; bazzibwe emabega nga bajjudde obuswavu mangu ago.