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 Ascents. I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit 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 master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, until he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much 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 scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.