Psalms 120

1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Nkoowoola Mukama nga ndi mu nnaku, era n’annyanukula.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

Omponye, Ayi Mukama, emimwa egy’obulimba, n’olulimi olw’obukuusa.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

Onoofumitibwa n’obusaale obwogi obw’omulwanyi omuzira, n’oyokerwa ku manda ag’omuti entaseesa.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

Ndabye ennaku, kubanga mbeera mu Meseki; nsula mu weema za Kedali!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.

7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.