Psalms 123

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

Ampiandraeko ama’o o masokoo, ry Mpiambesatse an-dikerañe ao.

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.

Hehe te manahake ty fañentean’ ondevo ty fitàn-talè’e, naho ty mason’ anak’ ampatañe ty fitàn-drakemba’e, ro iandràm-pihainon-tika t’Iehovà Andrianañaharen-tika, ampara’ te tretreze’e.

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

Ferenaiño zahay ry Iehovà, tretrezo, fa loho natsafen-tsirìka.

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

Etsake ty fanivativà’ o mpiaiñ’ añoleñañeo o fiai’aio, vaho ty inje’ o mpirengevokeo.