Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Kathutkung: Panuekhoeh, tami tangawn ni Hezekiah a ti awh Kalvan kho a tungkhung kaawm e nang koe doeh ka ngaihawi.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

Sanpanaw ni a bawipa kut a ngaihawi e patetlah thoseh, Sannunaw ni a bawipa kut a ngaihawi e patetlah thoseh, kaimouh ni lungmanae ka coe awh hoehroukrak BAWIPA Cathut doeh na ngaihawi awh.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Oe BAWIPA, kaimouh na lungma haw. Kaimouh na lungma haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, banglah noutnahoehnae teh koung ka boum awh toe.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.

Kaimae hringnae teh, ka kâoupnaw ni yeiraipo saknae hai thoseh, lunglenpansa lah kaawm naw ni banglah noutnahoehnae hai thoseh, koung ka boum awh toe.