Psalms 120

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Ndinodana kuna Jehovha mukutambudzika kwangu, uye anondipindura.

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

Haiwa Jehovha, ndiponesei pamiromo inoreva nhema, nendimi dzinonyengera.

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

Achaiteiko kwauri, uye chimwe chiiko kunze kwezvizvi, iwe rurimi runonyengera?

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

Achakuranga nemiseve yakapinza yemhare, namazimbe anopfuta omuti womurara.

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.

Ndine nhamo ini ndinogara muMesheki, kuti ndinogara pakati pamatende eKedhari!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Ndakagara nguva refu pakati pavanovenga rugare.

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

Ndiri munhu worugare; asi pandinotaura, ivo ndevehondo.