Psalms 123

1 A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is 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 See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on 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 on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

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

4 For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.

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