Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

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

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

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

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

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

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

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

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.