Psalms 123

1 A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

Faarfannaa ol baʼuu. Yaa isa teessoon kee samii irra jiru, ani ija koo gara keetti ol nan qabadha.

2 Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

Akkuma iji garbootaa harka gooftaa isaanii, iji garbittii immoo harka giiftii ishee ilaalu sana, hamma inni araara nuu buusutti, iji keenyas gara Waaqayyo Waaqa keenyaa ni ilaala.

3 Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

Nuu araarami; yaa Waaqayyo, nuu araarami; tuffatamuun nutti baayʼateeraatii.

4 Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.

Arrabni warra of jajaniitii fi tuffiin warra of tuulanii nutti baayʼateera.