Zabbuli 131

1 Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Lwa Dawudi. Ayi Mukama siri wa malala, so n’amaaso gange tegeegulumiza. Siruubirira bintu binsukiridde newaakubadde ebintu eby’ekitalo ebinsinga.

A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

2 Naye ŋŋonzezza emmeeme yange era ngisiriikirizza ng’omwana bw’asiriikirira nga nnyina amuggye ku mabeere. Omwana avudde ku mabeere nga bw’asiriikirira, n’emmeeme yange bw’eri bw’etyo.

Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

3 Ayi Isirayiri, weesigenga Mukama okuva leero n’okutuusa emirembe gyonna.

Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.