Psalms 123

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

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Atingʼo wangʼa ka arango, in ma kom lochni ni e polo.

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.

Mana kaka wenge wasumbini rango lwet ruodhgi, kendo kaka wenge jatich ma nyako mar ot rango lwet ruodhe madhako, e kaka wengewa rango Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasachwa nyaka chop okechwa.

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

Yie ikechwa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie ikechwa, nikech osechawa gi kinda.

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

Josunga osejarowa moromo acheje bende osechayowa moromo.