Psalms 123

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

Ampiandraeko ama’o o masokoo, ry Mpiambesatse an-dikerañe ao.

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.

Hehe te manahake ty fañentean’ ondevo ty fitàn-talè’e, naho ty mason’ anak’ ampatañe ty fitàn-drakemba’e, ro iandràm-pihainon-tika t’Iehovà Andrianañaharen-tika, ampara’ te tretreze’e.

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

Ferenaiño zahay ry Iehovà, tretrezo, fa loho natsafen-tsirìka.

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

Etsake ty fanivativà’ o mpiaiñ’ añoleñañeo o fiai’aio, vaho ty inje’ o mpirengevokeo.