Psalms 123

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

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ wo, wo a wʼahengua si ɔsoro.

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.

Sɛnea nkoa ani hwɛ wɔn wura nsa no, sɛnea afenaa ani hwɛ nʼawuraa nsa no no, saa ara na yɛn ani hwɛ Awurade, yɛn Nyankopɔn kosi sɛ obehu yɛn mmɔbɔ.

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

Hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, Awurade, hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, na wɔabu yɛn animtiaa bebree.

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

Ahomasofo fɛwdi ama yɛabrɛ dodo, ahantanfo animtiaabu afono yɛn.