Psalms 120

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

Nkunga wuyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Nditela Yave mu ziphasi ziama ayi niandi wupheni mvutu.

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

Wuphukisa, a Yave, mu bididi bi luvunu ayi mu ludimi luidi mayuya.

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

Mbi kalenda kuvangila ayi mbi kalenda buela, ludimi luidi mayuya e?

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

Wela kuvana thumbudulu mu madionga ma kinuani malengulu bumboti; mu makala ma mbazu, ma nungu-tsendi,

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

mabienga kuidi minu bu ndilembo vuandi ku Metsiseki; bu ndieti zingila mu zinzo zi ngoto zi Kedali.

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Mu bilumbu biwombo ndizingila va khatitsika batu bobo banlendanga ndembama.

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

Minu ndidi mutu wu ndembama; vayi minu yoluka, buna bawu beka yindula mvita.