Sòm 123

1 Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. A Ou menm, mwen leve zye mwen, O Ou menm ki chita sou twòn Ou nan syèl la!

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Men gade, jan zye a sèvitè yo rete sou men a mèt yo, Jan zye a yon sèvant sou men mètrès li, Se konsa, zye nou ye vè SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, jiskaske li fè nou gras.

Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

3 Bannou gras, O SENYÈ, bannou gras, paske nou ranpli ak mepriz.

Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

4 Nanm nou ranpli ak ensilt a (sila) ki alèz yo, avèk mepriz a (sila) ki plen ògèy yo.

Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.