Psalms 123

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

Nzembo ya mobembo mpo na kokende na Tempelo ya Yawe. Natomboli miso na ngai epai na Yo, Yawe, oyo ovandi na Kiti na Yo ya Bokonzi kati na Lola.

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.

Ndenge miso ya bawumbu etalaka nkolo na bango, mpe miso ya mwasi mosali etalaka nkolo na ye ya mwasi, ndenge wana mpe miso na biso ezali kotala Yawe, Nzambe na biso, kino asalela biso ngolu.

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

Yawe, salela biso ngolu, yokela biso mawa! Pamba te tolembi kotiolama!

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

Tolembi penza kotiolama na bato ya lolendo mpe ya lofundu!