Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto thee, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned 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 Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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 Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

4 Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.

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