Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

Ddala bambonyaabonyezza nnyo okuva mu buvubuka bwange; naye tebampangudde.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

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

4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

kyokka Mukama mutuukirivu; amenyeemenye enjegere z’abakola ebibi.

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Abo bonna abakyawa Sayuuni bagobebwe era bazzibweyo emabega nga baswadde.

6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

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

7 With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom.

Omukunguzi tagufaako, n’oyo asiba ebinywa agunyooma.

8 Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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