Psalmowo 123

1 Mɔzɔha. Mewu mo dzi na wò, wò ame si ƒe fiazikpui le dziƒo.

A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Abe ale si kluviwo kpɔa woƒe aƒetɔ ƒe asinu kple kosiviwo ƒe ŋku nɔa woƒe aƒenɔ ƒe asinu kpɔmii ene la, nenemae míele Yehowa, míaƒe Mawu la ƒe asinu kpɔmii, va se ɖe esime wòakpɔ nublanui na mí.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

3 O! Yehowa, kpɔ nublanui na mí, O! Kpɔ míaƒe nublanui, elabena míenɔ te ɖe vlododo nu eteƒe didi.

Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Míetsɔ dadalawo ƒe alɔmeɖeɖe gbogboawo, eye míenɔ te ɖe ɖokuiŋudzelawo ƒe vlodoame gbogboawo nu eteƒe didi.

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