Psalms 22
1 To ouercome, for `the morewtid hynd; the salm of Dauid. God, my God, biholde thou on me, whi hast thou forsake me? the wordis of my trespassis ben fer fro myn helthe.
Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Katonda wange, Katonda wange, lwaki onjabulidde? Lwaki ogaana okunnyamba wadde okuwuliriza okwaziirana kwange?
2 Mi God, Y schal crye bi dai, and thou schalt not here; and bi nyyt, and not to vnwisdom to me.
Ayi Katonda wange, emisana nkukoowoola, naye tonnyanukula; n’ekiro bwe ntyo, naye siweerako.
3 Forsothe thou, the preisyng of Israel, dwellist in holynesse;
Songa ggwe Mutukuvu atudde ku Ntebe, era ettendo lya Isirayiri yonna.
4 oure fadris hopiden in thee, thei hopiden, and thou delyueridist hem.
Bajjajjaffe baakwesiganga; baakwesiga naawe n’obawonya.
5 Thei crieden to thee, and thei weren maad saaf; thei hopiden in thee, and thei weren not schent.
Baakukoowoolanga n’obalokola; era baakwesiganga ne batajulirira.
6 But Y am a worm, and not man; the schenschip of men, and the outcastyng of the puple.
Naye nze ndi lusiriŋŋanyi, siri muntu; abantu bampisaamu amaaso, n’abalala bannyooma.
7 Alle men seynge me scorneden me; thei spaken with lippis, and stiriden the heed.
Bonna abandaba banduulira, era banvuma nga bwe banyeenyeza omutwe nga bagamba nti,
8 He hopide in the Lord, delyuere he hym; make he hym saaf, for he wole hym.
“Yeesiga Mukama; kale amuwonye. Obanga Mukama amwagala, kale nno amulokole!”
9 For thou it art that drowist me out of the wombe, thou art myn hope fro the tetis of my modir;
Naye ggwe wanziggya mu lubuto lwa mmange, era wampa okukwesiga ne mu buto bwange bwonna nga nkyayonka.
10 in to thee Y am cast forth fro the wombe. Fro the wombe of my modir thou art my God; departe thou not fro me.
Olwazaalibwa ne nteekebwa mu mikono gyo; olwava mu lubuto lwa mmange n’obeera Katonda wange.
11 For tribulacioun is next; for noon is that helpith.
Tobeera wala nange, kubanga emitawaana ginsemberedde, ate nga tewali mulala n’omu asobola kunnyamba.
12 Many calues cumpassiden me; fatte bolis bisegiden me.
Zisseddume nnyingi zinneetoolodde, zisseddume enkambwe ez’e Basani zinzingizizza.
13 Thei openyden her mouth on me; as doith a lioun rauyschynge and rorynge.
Banjasamiza akamwa kaabwe ng’empologoma bw’ewuluguma ng’etaagulataagula omuyiggo gwayo.
14 I am sched out as watir; and alle my boonys ben scaterid. Myn herte is maad, as wex fletynge abrood; in the myddis of my wombe.
Ngiyiddwa ng’amazzi, n’amagumba gange gasowose mu nnyingo zaago. Omutima gwange guli ng’obubaane, era gusaanuukidde mu mubiri gwange.
15 Mi vertu driede as a tiyl stoon, and my tunge cleuede to my chekis; and thou hast brouyt forth me in to the dust of deth.
Amaanyi gampweddemu, gakaze ng’oluggyo; n’olulimi lwange lukutte waggulu mu kibuno kyange. Ondese awo mu nfuufu ng’omufu.
16 For many doggis cumpassiden me; the counsel of wickid men bisegide me. Thei delueden myn hondis and my feet;
Abantu ababi banneetoolodde; banneebunguludde ng’embwa ennyingi; banfumise ne bawummula ebibatu byange n’ebigere byange.
17 thei noumbriden alle my boonys. Sotheli thei lokiden, and bihelden me;
Amagumba gansowose nnyinza n’okugabala. Abalabe bange bantunuulira nga bannyoomoola.
18 thei departiden my clothis to hem silf, and thei senten lot on my cloth.
Bagabana engoye zange; era ekyambalo kyange bakikubira akalulu.
19 But thou, Lord, delaie not thin help fro me; biholde thou to my defence.
Naye ggwe, Ayi Mukama, tobeera wala nange. Ggwe, Amaanyi gange, yanguwa okunnyamba!
20 God, delyuere thou my lijf fro swerd; and delyuere thou myn oon aloone fro the hond of the dogge.
Omponye okuttibwa n’ekitala; obulamu bwange obw’omuwendo butaase mu maanyi g’embwa!
21 Make thou me saaf fro the mouth of a lioun; and my mekenesse fro the hornes of vnycornes.
Nzigya mu kamwa k’empologoma, omponye amayembe g’embogo enkambwe.
22 I schal telle thi name to my britheren; Y schal preise thee in the myddis of the chirche.
Nnaategezanga ku linnya lyo mu booluganda; nnaakutenderezanga mu kibiina ky’abantu.
23 Ye that dreden the Lord, herie hym; alle the seed of Jacob, glorifie ye hym.
Mmwe abatya Mukama, mumutenderezenga. Abaana ba Yakobo mwenna mumugulumizenga; era mumussengamu ekitiibwa nga mumutya, mmwe abaana ba Isirayiri mwenna.
24 Al the seed of Israel drede hym; for he forsook not, nethir dispiside the preier of a pore man. Nethir he turnede awei his face fro me; and whanne Y criede to hym, he herde me.
Kubanga tanyooma kwaziirana kw’abo abali mu nnaku, era tabeekweka, wabula abaanukula bwe bamukoowoola.
25 Mi preisyng is at thee in a greet chirche; Y schal yelde my vowis in the siyt of men dredynge hym.
Mu ggwe mwe muva ettendo lyange mu kibiina ekinene, ne nkutendereza olw’ebyo by’onkoledde. Obweyamo bwange nnaabutuukirizanga mu maaso gaabo abakutya.
26 Pore men schulen ete, and schulen be fillid, and thei schulen herie the Lord, that seken hym; the hertis of hem schulen lyue in to the world of world.
Abaavu banaalyanga ne bakkuta, abo abanoonya Mukama banaamutenderezanga. Emitima gyabwe ginaajaguzanga emirembe gyonna.
27 Alle the endis of erthe schulen bithenke; and schulen be conuertid to the Lord. And alle the meynees of hethene men; schulen worschipe in his siyt.
Ensi zonna zirijjukira ne zikyukira Mukama, ebika byonna eby’amawanga gonna birimuvuunamira.
28 For the rewme is the Lordis; and he schal be Lord of hethene men.
Kubanga obwakabaka bwonna bwa Mukama, era y’afuga amawanga gonna.
29 Alle the fatte men of erthe eeten and worschipiden; alle men, that goen doun in to erthe, schulen falle doun in his siyt.
Abagagga bonna ab’omu nsi balirya embaga, ne bamusinza. Bonna abagenda mu nfuufu, balimufukaamirira, abatakyali balamu.
30 And my soule schal lyue to hym; and my seed schal serue him.
Ezadde lyabwe lirimuweereza; abaliddawo balibuulirwa ekigambo kya Mukama.
31 A generacioun to comyng schal be teld to the Lord; and heuenes schulen telle his riytfulnesse to the puple that schal be borun, whom the Lord made.
N’abo abatannazaalibwa balibuulirwa obutuukirivu bwe nti, “Ekyo yakikoze.”
