Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

Ampiandraeko ama’o o masokoo, ry Mpiambesatse an-dikerañe ao.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

Hehe te manahake ty fañentean’ ondevo ty fitàn-talè’e, naho ty mason’ anak’ ampatañe ty fitàn-drakemba’e, ro iandràm-pihainon-tika t’Iehovà Andrianañaharen-tika, ampara’ te tretreze’e.

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

Ferenaiño zahay ry Iehovà, tretrezo, fa loho natsafen-tsirìka.

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

Etsake ty fanivativà’ o mpiaiñ’ añoleñañeo o fiai’aio, vaho ty inje’ o mpirengevokeo.