Psalms 123

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

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Atingʼo wangʼa ka arango, in ma kom lochni ni e polo.

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.

Mana kaka wenge wasumbini rango lwet ruodhgi, kendo kaka wenge jatich ma nyako mar ot rango lwet ruodhe madhako, e kaka wengewa rango Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasachwa nyaka chop okechwa.

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

Yie ikechwa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie ikechwa, nikech osechawa gi kinda.

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

Josunga osejarowa moromo acheje bende osechayowa moromo.