Psalms 120

1 The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

Thaburi ya Agendi Ndakaĩire Jehova ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ, nake akĩnjĩtĩka.

2 Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

Wee Jehova, honokia harĩ mĩromo ĩrĩa yaragia maheeni, na harĩ nĩmĩ iria iheenanagia.

3 What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

Agaagwĩka atĩa, na nĩ atĩa ũngĩ makĩria ya ũguo, wee rũrĩmĩ rũrũ rũheenanagia?

4 Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

Agaakũherithia na mĩguĩ mĩnoore ya njamba ya ita, na makara marĩrĩmbũkĩte mwaki ma mũtĩ wa mũkoigo.

5 Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

Kaĩ ndĩ na haaro-ĩ, nĩgũtũũra gũkũ Mesheki, na ngaikara hema-inĩ cia Kedari-ĩ!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Nĩndũũrĩte hĩndĩ ndaaya gatagatĩ-inĩ ka arĩa mathũire thayũ.

7 whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.

Niĩ ndĩ mũndũ wa thayũ; no rĩrĩa ndaaria-rĩ, o mendaga o mbaara.