Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee 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 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.

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

Tusaasire, Ayi Mukama, tusaasire, kubanga tunyoomeddwa nnyo ddala.

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

Emitima gyaffe gijjudde ennaku olw’okuduulirwa abo abeeyagala, n’okunyoomebwa ab’amalala.