Psalms 123

1 A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven.

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Ou menm ki chita sou fotèy ou nan syèl la ap gouvènen, se bò kote ou mwen leve je mwen.

2 As the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maidservant look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are on the LORD our God until He shows us mercy.

Menm jan domestik la ap gade sou mèt li, menm jan sèvant la ap gade sou metrès li, se konsa m'ap gade sou Seyè a, Bondye nou an, jouk l'a gen pitye pou nou.

3 Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy, for we have endured much contempt.

Gen pitye pou nou, Seyè, gen pitye pou nou, paske nou sibi kont nou anba moun k'ap meprize nou yo.

4 We have endured much scorn from the arrogant, much contempt from the proud.

Moun ki alèz yo pase nou nan kont betiz. Moun k'ap gonfle lestonmak yo sou moun ap foule nou anba pye yo.