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. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

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 seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

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

Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much 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.

Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.