Psalms 120

1 In my distress I cried unto Yhwh, and he heard me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O Yhwh, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.

7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.

Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.