Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto thee, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned in the heavens.

Abụ nrigo. Ana m eweli anya m abụọ elu ile gị, gị onye ocheeze ya dị nʼeluigwe.

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.

Dịka ohu si elekwasị nna ya ukwu anya ya, na dịka ohu nwanyị na-eje ozi si elekwasị nne ya ukwu anya, ịnata ozi ọ ga-eje, otu a ka anyị si na-elekwasị Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke anyị anya, ruo mgbe ọ ga-emere anyị ebere.

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

Meere anyị ebere, O Onyenwe anyị, meere anyị ebere, nʼihi na anyị abụrụla ndị a na-akọcha akọcha.

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

Nʼihi na nnagide anyị na-anagide ịchị ọchị ndị nganga, na ileda anya ndị mpako adịla ukwuu.