Psalms 123

1 To thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou who sit in the heavens.

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. A Ou menm, mwen leve zye mwen, O Ou menm ki chita sou twòn Ou nan syèl la!

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, until he has mercy upon us.

Men gade, jan zye a sèvitè yo rete sou men a mèt yo, Jan zye a yon sèvant sou men mètrès li, Se konsa, zye nou ye vè SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, jiskaske li fè nou gras.

3 Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Bannou gras, O SENYÈ, bannou gras, paske nou ranpli ak mepriz.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Nanm nou ranpli ak ensilt a (sila) ki alèz yo, avèk mepriz a (sila) ki plen ògèy yo.