Psalms 123

1 A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

Y Cantan Quinajulo. YYAJAGO nae jujatsa y atadogco, O jago ni y matatachong gui langet sija.

2 Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

Estagüe, parejo yan y atadog tentago sija ni y jaaatan y canae y amuñija, yan y atadog sija y palaoan jaaatan y canae y amafia; parejoja y atadogmame jaaatan locue si Jeova Yuusmame, asta qui ugaemaase nu jame.

3 Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

Gaease nu jame, O Jeova, gaease nu jame: sa guesmanbulajam ni y iningen.

4 Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.

Y antita senbula ni y binitlean ayo sija y taepinite, yan y denespresian y mansobetbio.