Psalms 123

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ wo, wo a wʼahennwa 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.

Sɛdeɛ nkoa ani hwɛ wɔn wura nsa no, sɛdeɛ afenaa ani hwɛ nʼawurakwaa nsa no, saa ara na yɛn ani hwɛ Awurade, yɛn Onyankopɔn kɔsi sɛ ɔbɛhunu yɛn mmɔbɔ.

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

Hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, Ao Awurade, hunu yɛn mmɔbɔ, na wɔabu yɛn animtia bebree.

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

Ahomasofoɔ fɛdie ama yɛabrɛ dodo; ahantanfoɔ animtiabuo afono yɛn.