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 degrees. To thee I raise 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 [look] to the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

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