Zabbuli 129

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

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 Ddala bambonyaabonyezza nnyo okuva mu buvubuka bwange; naye tebampangudde.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

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

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 kyokka Mukama mutuukirivu; amenyeemenye enjegere z’abakola ebibi.

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Abo bonna abakyawa Sayuuni bagobebwe era bazzibweyo emabega nga baswadde.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

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

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 Omukunguzi tagufaako, n’oyo asiba ebinywa agunyooma.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

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

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”