Psalms 123

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

I KIN jarada won komui, me kotikot nanlan.

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.

Kilan, duen maj en ladu kan kin kilekilan lim en ar jaumaj akan, o duen maj en lidu kan kin kilekilan a jaumaj li, iduen maj at kin ariri Ieowa at Kol, a lao kotin maki on kit.

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

Main Ieowa, kom kotin maki on, kotin maki on kit! Two kit me dir en namenok.

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

Monion i toutouki en me jued akan ar mamale kin kit o en me aklapalap akan ar kanamenok kin kit.