< Zabbuli 120 >
1 Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Nkoowoola Mukama nga ndi mu nnaku, era n’annyanukula.
A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.
2 Omponye, Ayi Mukama, emimwa egy’obulimba, n’olulimi olw’obukuusa.
“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”
3 Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?
What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?
4 Onoofumitibwa n’obusaale obwogi obw’omulwanyi omuzira, n’oyokerwa ku manda ag’omuti entaseesa.
Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.
5 Ndabye ennaku, kubanga mbeera mu Meseki; nsula mu weema za Kedali!
Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.
6 Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.
Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
7 Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.
I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.