Psalms 123

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

Faarfannaa ol baʼuu. Yaa isa teessoon kee samii irra jiru, ani ija koo gara keetti ol nan qabadha.

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.

Akkuma iji garbootaa harka gooftaa isaanii, iji garbittii immoo harka giiftii ishee ilaalu sana, hamma inni araara nuu buusutti, iji keenyas gara Waaqayyo Waaqa keenyaa ni ilaala.

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

Nuu araarami; yaa Waaqayyo, nuu araarami; tuffatamuun nutti baayʼateeraatii.

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

Arrabni warra of jajaniitii fi tuffiin warra of tuulanii nutti baayʼateera.