Psalms 123

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

Ingoma yemiqanso. Ngiphakamisela amehlo ami kuwe, wena osesihlalweni sobukhosi emazulwini!

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.

Njengalokhu amehlo ezisebenzi ekhangela isandla somqatshi wazo, lanjengoba amehlo encekukazi ekhangela isandla senkosikazi yayo, kanjalo amehlo ethu akhangela kuThixo uNkulunkulu wethu, aze abe lomusa kithi.

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

Woba lomusa kithi, Oh Thixo, woba lomusa kithi, ngoba sesidiniwe yikweyiswa.

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

Sesibhensele ukuhozwa okunengi ngabazigqajayo, ukweyiswa yilabo abaklolodayo.