Psalms 123

1 [A Song of Ascents.] To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit in the heavens.

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. A Ou menm, mwen leve zye mwen, O Ou menm ki chita sou twòn Ou nan syèl la!

2 Look, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to the LORD, our God, until he has mercy on us.

Men gade, jan zye a sèvitè yo rete sou men a mèt yo, Jan zye a yon sèvant sou men mètrès li, Se konsa, zye nou ye vè SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, jiskaske li fè nou gras.

3 Have mercy on us, LORD, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

Bannou gras, O SENYÈ, bannou gras, paske nou ranpli ak mepriz.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Nanm nou ranpli ak ensilt a (sila) ki alèz yo, avèk mepriz a (sila) ki plen ògèy yo.