Sòm 123

1 Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Ou menm ki chita sou fotèy ou nan syèl la ap gouvènen, se bò kote ou mwen leve je mwen.

A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

2 Menm jan domestik la ap gade sou mèt li, menm jan sèvant la ap gade sou metrès li, se konsa m'ap gade sou Seyè a, Bondye nou an, jouk l'a gen pitye pou nou.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

3 Gen pitye pou nou, Seyè, gen pitye pou nou, paske nou sibi kont nou anba moun k'ap meprize nou yo.

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Moun ki alèz yo pase nou nan kont betiz. Moun k'ap gonfle lestonmak yo sou moun ap foule nou anba pye yo.

[Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.