Psalms 123

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

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ wo, wo a wʼahengua si ɔsoro.

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.

Sɛnea nkoa ani hwɛ wɔn wura nsa no, sɛnea afenaa ani hwɛ nʼawuraa nsa no no, saa ara na yɛn ani hwɛ Awurade, yɛn Nyankopɔn kosi sɛ obehu yɛn mmɔbɔ.

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

Hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, Awurade, hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, na wɔabu yɛn animtiaa bebree.

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

Ahomasofo fɛwdi ama yɛabrɛ dodo, ahantanfo animtiaabu afono yɛn.