Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Nang a venawh khan na boei ngawihdoelh ak awm nang a venawh, ka mik hak dai law nyng.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

Tamnaakhqi mik ing ami boei a kut ami toek amyihna, tyihzawih nukhqi ing ami boei nu a kut ami toek amyihna, am qeennaak ce ningnih a venawh ang dang sak hlan dy, kaimih a mik ing Bawipa ningnih a Khawsa ce toek hy.

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

Kaimih ve nim qeen khqi cang, Aw Bawipa, kaimih ve nim qeen khqi cang, thlang a huhsitnaak yh khing hawh unyng.

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

Ak oek qukhqi a qaihsai zawk khing hawh unyng saw, ak oek qukhqi a huhsitnaak awm zawk khing hawh aih unyng.