Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Ra Anumzamoka monafinka kini trakare manisga hu'nanke'na, nagra navua kesga hu'na negagoe.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

Eri'za vahe'mo'za kva vahe zamimofonte zamavu kete'za nemanizageno, eri'za a'mo'a kvama hunte'nea a'mofonte azama hanigu'ma avuma keteno maniaza huta, Ra Anumzana tagri Anumzamo'ma asumantagi ranteno tazama hanigu, agrite tavua keteta nemanune.

3 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Ra Anumzamoka kasunku hunerantenka mago'ene kasuragiranto. Na'ankure tagrira tusiza hu'za vahe'mo'za tazeri haviza nehaze.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Zamavufga rama nehaza vahe'mo'za za'zate tagrira kiza zokago ke hunerantage'za, keontahi vahe'mo'za tagrira tazeri haviza nehaze.