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.

Abụ nrigo. Ana m eweli anya m abụọ elu ile gị, gị onye ocheeze ya dị nʼeluigwe.

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.

Dịka ohu si elekwasị nna ya ukwu anya ya, na dịka ohu nwanyị na-eje ozi si elekwasị nne ya ukwu anya, ịnata ozi ọ ga-eje, otu a ka anyị si na-elekwasị Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke anyị anya, ruo mgbe ọ ga-emere anyị ebere.

3 Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

Meere anyị ebere, O Onyenwe anyị, meere anyị ebere, nʼihi na anyị abụrụla ndị a na-akọcha akọcha.

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

Nʼihi na nnagide anyị na-anagide ịchị ọchị ndị nganga, na ileda anya ndị mpako adịla ukwuu.