Psalms 123

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

Fihirana fiakarana.

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.

Indro, toy ny fijerin’ ny ankizilahy Ny tanan’ ny tompolahiny, Ary toy ny fijerin’ ny ankizivavy Ny tanan’ ny tompovaviny, No fijerintsika an’ i Jehovah Andriamanitsika, Mandra-pamindra fony amintsika.

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

Mamindrà fo aminay, Jehovah ô, mamindrà fo aminay; Fa tototry ny fanamavoana loatra izahay;

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

Eny, tototry ny famingavingan’ ny miadana ny fanahinay, Sy tototry ny fanamavoan’ ny mpiavonavona.