Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Kathutkung: Panuekhoeh, tami tangawn ni Hezekiah a ti awh Kalvan kho a tungkhung kaawm e nang koe doeh ka ngaihawi.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

Sanpanaw ni a bawipa kut a ngaihawi e patetlah thoseh, Sannunaw ni a bawipa kut a ngaihawi e patetlah thoseh, kaimouh ni lungmanae ka coe awh hoehroukrak BAWIPA Cathut doeh na ngaihawi awh.

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

Oe BAWIPA, kaimouh na lungma haw. Kaimouh na lungma haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, banglah noutnahoehnae teh koung ka boum awh toe.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Kaimae hringnae teh, ka kâoupnaw ni yeiraipo saknae hai thoseh, lunglenpansa lah kaawm naw ni banglah noutnahoehnae hai thoseh, koung ka boum awh toe.