Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” let Israel say.

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

2 “Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated me.

Ddala bambonyaabonyezza nnyo okuva mu buvubuka bwange; naye tebampangudde.

3 The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.

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

4 Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

kyokka Mukama mutuukirivu; amenyeemenye enjegere z’abakola ebibi.

5 May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.

Abo bonna abakyawa Sayuuni bagobebwe era bazzibweyo emabega nga baswadde.

6 May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,

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

7 that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

Omukunguzi tagufaako, n’oyo asiba ebinywa agunyooma.

8 May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”

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