Psalms 122

1 A song of ascents. Of David. I was glad when they said to me, ‘We will go to the house of the Lord.’

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Lwa Dawudi. Nasanyuka bwe baŋŋamba nti, “Tugende mu nnyumba ya Mukama!”

2 Now we are standing, within your gates, O Jerusalem.

Ebigere byaffe biyimiridde mu miryango gyo, Ayi Yerusaalemi.

3 O Jerusalem, built close-packed, like a city without breach or gap,

Yerusaalemi yazimbibwa okuba ekibuga ekinywevu ekiyimiridde awamu.

4 to you do the tribes come, the tribes of the Lord, as the law has ordained for Israel, there to give thanks to the Lord.

Eyo ebika byonna gye biraga, ebika bya Mukama, okutendereza erinnya lya Mukama ng’ebiragiro ebyaweebwa Isirayiri bwe biri.

5 There once stood thrones of justice even thrones of the household of David.

Eyo entebe ez’okusalirako emisango gye zaateekebwa; z’entebe ez’obwakabaka ez’ennyumba ya Dawudi.

6 Pray that all may be well with Jerusalem, and well with those who love you,

Musabirenga Yerusaalemi emirembe: “Abo abakwagala bafune ebirungi.

7 well within your ramparts, and well within your palaces.

Emirembe gibeerenga munda w’ebisenge byo; n’amayumba go amanene gabeerenga n’omukisa era nga manywevu.”

8 For the sake of my brethren and friends, I will wish you now prosperity:

Olwa baganda bange ne mikwano gyange nnaayogeranga nti, “Emirembe gibeerenga mu ggwe.”

9 for the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek your good.

Olw’obulungi bw’ennyumba ya Mukama Katonda waffe, nnaanoonyanga okukulaakulana kwa Yerusaalemi.