Psalms 123

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

Thaburi ya Agendi Nĩngũtiira maitho makwa na kũrĩ we, o Wee ũikarĩire gĩtĩ gĩaku kĩa ũnene kũu igũrũ.

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.

O ta ũrĩa maitho ma ndungata maroragĩrĩria guoko kwa mwathi wayo, na o ta ũrĩa maitho ma mũirĩtu ndungata maroragĩrĩria guoko kwa mũtumia mwathi wayo, ũguo noguo maitho maitũ maroragĩrĩria Jehova Ngai witũ, o nginya atũiguĩre tha ciake.

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

Tũiguĩre tha, Wee Jehova, tũiguĩre tha, nĩgũkorwo nĩtũkirĩrĩirie kũnyararwo kũnene.

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

Nĩtũkirĩrĩirie kĩnyũrũri kĩnene kĩa andũ arĩa menenehagia, o na rũmena rũingĩ rwa andũ arĩa etĩĩi.