Psalms 131

1 A song of ascents. Of David. O Lord, my heart is not haughty, my eyes are not lofty, I walk not among great things, things too wonderful for me.

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Lwa Dawudi. Ayi Mukama siri wa malala, so n’amaaso gange tegeegulumiza. Siruubirira bintu binsukiridde newaakubadde ebintu eby’ekitalo ebinsinga.

2 Yes, I have soothed and stilled myself, like a young child on his mother’s lap; like a young child am I.

Naye ŋŋonzezza emmeeme yange era ngisiriikirizza ng’omwana bw’asiriikirira nga nnyina amuggye ku mabeere. Omwana avudde ku mabeere nga bw’asiriikirira, n’emmeeme yange bw’eri bw’etyo.

3 O Israel, hope in the Lord from now and for evermore.

Ayi Isirayiri, weesigenga Mukama okuva leero n’okutuusa emirembe gyonna.