< Psalms 123 >

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Nnyimusa amaaso gange gy’oli, Ayi ggwe atuula ku ntebe ey’obwakabaka mu ggulu.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.
Amaaso g’abaddu nga bwe gatunuulira omukono gwa mukama waabwe; n’amaaso g’omuweereza omukazi nga bwe gatunuulira omukono gwa mugole we, n’amaaso gaffe bwe gatyo bwe gatunuulira Mukama Katonda waffe, okutuusa lw’alitusaasira.
3 Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.
Tusaasire, Ayi Mukama, tusaasire, kubanga tunyoomeddwa nnyo ddala.
4 Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.
Emitima gyaffe gijjudde ennaku olw’okuduulirwa abo abeeyagala, n’okunyoomebwa ab’amalala.

< Psalms 123 >