Psalms 123

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

Orin fún ìgòkè. Ìwọ ní mo gbé ojú mí sókè sí, ìwọ tí ń gbé inú ọ̀run.

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.

Kíyèsi, bí ojú àwọn ìránṣẹ́kùnrin ti máa ń wo ọwọ́ àwọn baba wọn, àti bí ojú ìránṣẹ́bìnrin ti máa ń wo ọwọ́ ìyá rẹ̀ bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ojú wa ń wo Olúwa Ọlọ́run wa, títí yóò fi ṣàánú fún wa.

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

Olúwa, ṣàánú fún wa, ṣàánú fún wa; nítorí tí a kún fún ẹ̀gàn púpọ̀púpọ̀.

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

Ọkàn wa kún púpọ̀ fún ẹ̀gàn àwọn onírera, àti fún ẹ̀gàn àwọn agbéraga.