Psalms 123

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

Nzembo ya mobembo mpo na kokende na Tempelo ya Yawe. Natomboli miso na ngai epai na Yo, Yawe, oyo ovandi na Kiti na Yo ya Bokonzi kati na Lola.

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.

Ndenge miso ya bawumbu etalaka nkolo na bango, mpe miso ya mwasi mosali etalaka nkolo na ye ya mwasi, ndenge wana mpe miso na biso ezali kotala Yawe, Nzambe na biso, kino asalela biso ngolu.

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

Yawe, salela biso ngolu, yokela biso mawa! Pamba te tolembi kotiolama!

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

Tolembi penza kotiolama na bato ya lolendo mpe ya lofundu!