Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

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

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

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

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

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

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.