Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Isirayiri ayogere nti, “Bambonyaabonyezza nnyo okuva mu buvubuka bwange.”

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Ddala bambonyaabonyezza nnyo okuva mu buvubuka bwange; naye tebampangudde.

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

Newaakubadde ng’omugongo gwange gujjudde enkovu olw’embooko ze bankubye era ne gulabika nga kwe bayisizza ekyuma ekirima,

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

kyokka Mukama mutuukirivu; amenyeemenye enjegere z’abakola ebibi.

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Abo bonna abakyawa Sayuuni bagobebwe era bazzibweyo emabega nga baswadde.

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

Babeere ng’omuddo ogumera waggulu ku nnyumba, oguwotoka nga tegunnakula.

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Omukunguzi tagufaako, n’oyo asiba ebinywa agunyooma.

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

Wadde abayitawo baleme kwogera nti, “Omukisa gwa Mukama gube ku mmwe. Tubasabidde omukisa mu linnya lya Mukama.”