Psalms 123

1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ wo, wo a wʼahengua si ɔsoro.

2 Lo, as eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Sɛnea nkoa ani hwɛ wɔn wura nsa no, sɛnea afenaa ani hwɛ nʼawuraa nsa no no, saa ara na yɛn ani hwɛ Awurade, yɛn Nyankopɔn kosi sɛ obehu yɛn mmɔbɔ.

3 Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

Hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, Awurade, hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, na wɔabu yɛn animtiaa bebree.

4 Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

Ahomasofo fɛwdi ama yɛabrɛ dodo, ahantanfo animtiaabu afono yɛn.