Psalms 79
1 A psalm for Asaph. O God, the heathens are come into thy inheritance, they have defiled thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a place to keep fruit.
Zabbuli ya Asafu. Ayi Katonda omugabo gwo gulumbiddwa amawanga; boonoonye yeekaalu yo entukuvu ne Yerusaalemi kizikiriziddwa, ne kifuuka entuumo.
2 They have given the dead bodies of thy servants to be meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the earth.
Emirambo gy’abaweereza bo bagifudde mmere ya nnyonyi ez’omu bbanga, n’emibiri gy’abatukuvu bo giweereddwa ensolo ez’omu nsiko.
3 They have poured out their blood as water, round about Jerusalem and there was none to bury them.
Omusaayi gwabwe ne guyiibwa ng’amazzi okwetooloola Yerusaalemi, so nga abafudde tewali muntu abaziika.
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours: a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
Baliraanwa baffe batuyisaamu amaaso, era tufuuse ekisekererwa eri abo abatwetoolodde.
5 How long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy zeal be kindled like a fire?
Ayi Mukama olitusunguwalira kutuusa ddi, nnaku zonna? Obuggya bwo bunaabuubuukanga ng’omuliro?
6 Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee: and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
Obusungu bwo bubuubuukire ku mawanga agatakumanyi, ne ku bwakabaka obutakoowoola linnya lyo.
7 Because they have devoured Jacob; and have laid waste his place.
Kubanga bazikirizza Yakobo, ne basaanyaawo ensi ye.
8 Remember not our former iniquities: let thy mercies speedily prevent us, for we are become exceeding poor.
Totubalira kibi kya bajjajjaffe; tukusaba oyanguwe okutusaasira kubanga tuli mu bwetaavu bungi nnyo.
9 Help us, O God, our saviour: and for the glory of thy name, O Lord, deliver us: and forgive us our sins for thy name’s sake:
Tuyambe olw’ekitiibwa ky’erinnya lyo, Ayi Katonda ow’obulokozi bwaffe; otuwonye era otutangiririre olw’ebibi byaffe olw’erinnya lyo.
10 Lest they should say among the Gentiles: Where is their God? And let him be made known among the nations before our eyes, By the revenging the blood of thy servants, which hath been shed:
Lwaki abamawanga babuuza nti, “Katonda waabwe ali ludda wa?” Kkiriza okuwalana eggwanga olw’omusaayi gw’abaweereza bo ogwayiyibwa, kumanyibwe mu mawanga gonna nga naffe tulaba.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoners come in before thee. According to the greatness of thy arm, take possession of the children of them that have been put to death.
Wuliriza okusinda kw’omusibe; okozese omukono gwo ogw’amaanyi owonye abo abasaliddwa ogw’okufa.
12 And render to our neighbours sevenfold in their bosom: the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
Ayi Mukama, baliraanwa baffe abakuduulira, bawalane emirundi musanvu.
13 But we thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks to thee for ever. We will shew forth thy praise, unto generation and generation.
Kale nno, ffe abantu bo era endiga ez’omu ddundiro lyo, tulyoke tukutenderezenga emirembe gyonna; buli mulembe gulyoke gukutenderezenga emirembe gyonna.
