Psalms 123

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

Nkunga wunyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Ndimvumbula meso mama kuidi ngeyo Yave ngeyo beki kundu kiaku ki Kipfumu mu diyilu.

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.

Banga meso ma bavika meti tala mioko mi bapfumu bawu; banga meso ma kisadi kinketo mantalanga mioko mi pfumu andi wu nketo; buawu bobo meso meto mantadilanga kuidi Yave, Nzambi eto, nate kela kutumona kiadi.

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

Wutumoni kiadi, a Yave, wutumoni kiadi bila nlenzo wuwombo tutambudi.

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

Mvuezolo wuwombo tutambula kuidi bankua luniemo; nlenzo wuwombo kuidi bankua lunangu.