Psalms 123

1 A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned in the heavens.

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Nnyimusa amaaso gange gy’oli, Ayi ggwe atuula ku ntebe ey’obwakabaka mu ggulu.

2 As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to us.

Amaaso g’abaddu nga bwe gatunuulira omukono gwa mukama waabwe; n’amaaso g’omuweereza omukazi nga bwe gatunuulira omukono gwa mugole we, n’amaaso gaffe bwe gatyo bwe gatunuulira Mukama Katonda waffe, okutuusa lw’alitusaasira.

3 Be gracious, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

Tusaasire, Ayi Mukama, tusaasire, kubanga tunyoomeddwa nnyo ddala.

4 More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.

Emitima gyaffe gijjudde ennaku olw’okuduulirwa abo abeeyagala, n’okunyoomebwa ab’amalala.