Salamo 123

1 Fihirana fiakarana.

A Song of degrees. To thee I raise my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Indro, toy ny fijerin’ ny ankizilahy Ny tanan’ ny tompolahiny, Ary toy ny fijerin’ ny ankizivavy Ny tanan’ ny tompovaviny, No fijerintsika an’ i Jehovah Andriamanitsika, Mandra-pamindra fony amintsika.

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 Mamindrà fo aminay, Jehovah ô, mamindrà fo aminay; Fa tototry ny fanamavoana loatra izahay;

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

4 Eny, tototry ny famingavingan’ ny miadana ny fanahinay, Sy tototry ny fanamavoan’ ny mpiavonavona.

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