Psalms 123

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

Mɔzɔha. Mewu mo dzi na wò, wò ame si ƒe fiazikpui le dziƒo.

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.

Abe ale si kluviwo kpɔa woƒe aƒetɔ ƒe asinu kple kosiviwo ƒe ŋku nɔa woƒe aƒenɔ ƒe asinu kpɔmii ene la, nenemae míele Yehowa, míaƒe Mawu la ƒe asinu kpɔmii, va se ɖe esime wòakpɔ nublanui na mí.

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

O! Yehowa, kpɔ nublanui na mí, O! Kpɔ míaƒe nublanui, elabena míenɔ te ɖe vlododo nu eteƒe didi.

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

Míetsɔ dadalawo ƒe alɔmeɖeɖe gbogboawo, eye míenɔ te ɖe ɖokuiŋudzelawo ƒe vlodoame gbogboawo nu eteƒe didi.